A few weekends ago ten of us ventured over to Hampi, a city famous
for its ancient ruins in the neighboring state of Karnataka.
Getting there was full of adventures including sharing seats
on the train, meeting attractive French men who actually made me LIKE French
people, peeing over open train tracks while trying NOT to pee all over myself,
and finally arriving stinky and tired, but very excited.
The ancient temples were beautiful and it was so interesting
to learn a little bit about an old civilization that lasted only brief time.
One morning we even got to participate in bathing Lakshmi, the revered elephant
of one of the temples. After her bath and “dressing” we got to receive her
blessing. A lot of it was done for the show and money, but how many times do
you get to bathe and be blessed by an elephant in India, I ask you?
We ate delicious food in places overlooking a river that
looks like I imagine it did thousands of years ago. At one point, we got dinner
AND entertainment at the Mango Tree when a huge snake fell out of the tree and
onto Eryn, another intern. Things are just never boring in India.
When it was time to go home we were pretty reluctant. Partly
because we loved it there and wanted to see more, but mostly because heading
back we didn’t have ANY seats on the train and had the pleasure of enduring a
12 hour stinky, bumpy, hot-then-freezing-cold INDIAN bus ride full of creepy,
drunk Indian men who liked to sit too close to us and puke out windows.
One good thing did come of it though. I mastered the art of
relieving my bladder in public leaving none the wiser. If ever you need some
tips on that matter, I'm your girl. And yes, I realize that pee is referenced a lot in this post. Just go with it.
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