Wanderlust in The Land of Ruins
Have you ever been very burdened with work or studies, meeting deadlines, and feeling bored out of your mind? Great, I’ve got company! Well, I held onto this feeling and impulsively texted a friend I’d never met before to plan a 3-day trip to Hampi. Crazy? Hold on to that thought! After what seemed like a never-ending week and a busy day, we made it. Finally, we were at Platform No 8, catching up on each other’s lives. The feeling of leaving our routine behind to explore everything that we had planned was exciting. More so, when it involves full-fledged research packed into a spreadsheet! At 10 pm, we boarded ‘The Hampi Express’ took pictures, and warmed up to our co-passengers. Our most awaited train journey began with the feeling of how when we wake up, it will be in a place we have never been to before, people we have never met, and all of the adventures about to happen were sinking in. At least, that’s what we thought. In the next 60 seconds, the air suddenly felt thicker as we realized that we had boarded “The Ajmer Express” which was taking us away from our destination at a great speed in the opposite direction. It all came crashing down on us as we were trying to stay calm to find a way out. Our co-passengers were our saviors who found us a passenger train that we could board in the next stop to reach Hospet as we earlier intended to. As we waited for the next stop, we couldn’t help but laugh at ourselves for the mess we had gotten into. It was around 11:15 pm, we were stranded in a railway station without a single soul in sight except for the shop vendors. As we stood on the skywalk overlooking the railway station in Tumkur holding tickets to the passenger train, I said, “Such a beautiful full moon, I know we messed up but I guess it’s worth the view, eh?” and we admired it for a few seconds to only realize that it was a street light and we were losing it. We were supposed to be sleeping cozily, 2 hours into our memorable train journey but we were about to board a train with no idea about when we were going to reach. In the next few minutes, our crowded train arrived with no place to sit. We managed to find a place after hours and tried staying up the entire night to get a hold of the nightmare happening around us. It was a dreadful night, to say the least, and we survived it somehow. The view of the sunrise never felt so fresh, it meant we were going to reach soon. Have you ever wondered how ‘soon’ is a relative term? Hundreds of people got in and out of the train and it seemed as if we were never going to reach but random strangers kept our hope alive. Villages, towns, and cities passed by and we finally stepped foot on the platform in Hospet Railway station after a 15-hour train journey, the first one ever for both of us. We took an auto to Hotel Malligi, a luxury hotel in the city of Hospet that we had booked a week ago. We checked in, ate to our heart’s content, and slept like sloths. We had a lot planned but we decided to go for a swim, chill in the hotel and call it a day. An adventurous one at that! A beautiful morning with a delicious breakfast overlooking the swimming pool is indeed a great way to start the day. We checked out to begin our second-day exploring Anegundi. We called up our hostel manager there and he guided us to take a local bus on its way to Gangavathi, a small town as it is cheaper and the property overlooks the main road anyway. We were a little skeptical because of the adventures we had already but the best way to experience a city is by traveling locally. So we thoroughly enquired, boarded, took pictures, and enjoyed feeling like a local away from home. Local shops, school kids in uniforms giggling, busy streets warming up to the sun, beautiful rice paddies, and scenic boulder views on both sides. We couldn’t get enough of it, or so we thought. After a few mins, the bus conductor informed us that this is indeed a bus to Gangavathi but it takes a different route to get there. Obviously, not the one we wanted. C’mon, you’ve been with me on this journey till now, you thought it would work out for us? I admire your optimism though! Without a single idea of when the next bus will be arriving, we got down in a random village. Kids gathered up as they were surprised to see tourists. They were curious about everything. The way we spoke, our attires, accent, and our gadgets. We spoke to them for hours and they waited with us for our bus which never showed. After what seemed like an eternity, a very sweet lady arranged an auto for us and we reached our hostel finally. We checked into our hostel, rented a two-wheeler, and left for the Sanapur Lake. The water was minimal due to summer and it was very hot but I had the privilege to watch my friend sketch the picturesque view of the lake and the famous boulders. We left for Hippie Island sometime later. It is usually reached by a coracle boat but we decided to take the roadways which are probably not the most ideal way but the road less taken did lead us to these beautiful rice paddies. We parked our vehicle on the side and walked over to what seemed like our own heaven. We were supposed to be at the Anjaneya temple for the sunset as it
