By Emma. Cliquez ici pour l’article de Damien. Click here for photos of there.
A red otherworldly landscape strewn with volcanic boulders and ancient temples, Hampi has an atmosphere all of its own. Zipping by the paddyfields on our moped, taking our time just to wander around the ruins is achingly perfect. Beautiful and peculiar, the village’s strident attempts at tourism barely manage to touch its magic – actually, the deluge of lounging, meditating hippies add a foreign charm of its own. Wistful and wonderfully desolate, the surrounding ruins are spectacular. The true jewel of Hampi though is the Virupaksha temple, a lively walled village within a village. Men cluster in the centre of the courtyard while the women, resplendant in their saris, chat and sing at the edges. Children dressed in their temple best dare each other to come say hello to us and beg to pose for photos. Monkeys steal the edible offerings to Shiva and sacred cows wander serenely through the crowds. It’s wonderful!