After having a piping hot cup of coffee, we left for Hippie Island at 9 in the morning. Even for this late in the day, it was chilly and the rickshaw whipped hair into our faces. We crossed over to the other side by boat, and got down on the 'chill' side of Hampi, the place where people come to let loose, smoke up and relax. This gives it it's name, 'Hippie Island'. We rented a 'luna', a rickety cross between a cycle and a bike for 300 rupees and set off exploring the uneven roads. In a while we got used to the bumps on the road as we headed off to Lake Sanapur, a quiet and tranquil place to have a dip and be with yourself, or so we were told. But we stopped in the middle of the road when we saw this gorgeous temple, absolutely quiet, and emanating the smell of wet earth. We went inside and sat down,leaning against the carved pillars and stared into the bright blue sky.
We rode around all day, sighing and laughing as each one of us took turns to ride the luna. The day was a collage of endlessly stretching rice fields, cirrus cloud formations, old stones and pillars and roads shadowed by coconut trees.