Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Living with the Monkeys in my Guest House

Hampi Sunrise



I had arrived in the town of Hampi, a village in the northern state of Karnataka, after a sleepless night on an overnight bus from Goa.  It was almost 6am and the scorching heat seemed to be slowly rising from the surrounding rocky terrain.  The village itself is located within the Vijayanagara ruins amidst a dusty landscape of bedrock that is simply surreal.  I sought refuge from the sweltering sun of the early morning in a guest house that was within walking distance from the Virupaksha Temple tower.  Inhabiting a small room with a large ceiling fan, I fell into a dreamless slumber that lasted for several hours until I was suddenly awakened by rustling noises outside my door.  I opened my door to encounter a roving band of monkeys running amok across the 2nd floor landing of the guest house.  They seemed to be on a focused mission to tamper with everything in sight and to wreak general havoc.  Two more jumped over the balcony as I reached for my camera.  One sort of glared at me, showing me his teeth.  Within days we all grew accustomed to each other as their ritual of havoc was something that occurred on a daily basis, sometimes several times a day. 

...One Jumping over the Table

...Turing on the Tap Outside my Door
...Hiding under the Patio Furniture

Mmmm....Water

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