Done with the museum also, I walked outside to visit the Bhutanatha temple, situated on the edge of the lake.
‘Anjhu’, a local kid gestured to me and pointed towards the hill to ask whether I had climbed to the hilltop in which the caves were carved. When I shook my head, Anjhu offered to take me there. I readily agreed.
While climbing I tried to talk to Anjhu by asking about his school. Initially he didn’t say anything and I thought he could speak neither Hindi nor English. It was only after he pointed his hand to his ears that I realized that he was actually deaf. But he sure could shout loud enough for the whole town to hear. I tried to keep up while he kept hopping like a little mountain goat. Meandering through rocks, when we finally reached the top, the view was breathtaking. We sat in the canopy of a big rock and I felt the wind blowing from the lake, up the hill, brushing past me.
When we decided to descend, Anjhu pointed to a different trail and like a true disciple, I followed. Soon, I was regretting my decision, as the trail was little dangerous, with very steep rocks and narrow paths. I was really happy to finally get down in one piece and sent off Anjhu with 50 rupees (which he initially refused to take). With it getting hotter, I decided to wrap up the visit and moved towards the museum again to climb the steps to the fort. Its not exactly a fort but just some walls and fortifications left intact from medieval times. However, from here one can get a bird’s eye view of the town of Badami. The houses are laid out like matchboxes, in rectangular pattern of different colors.