Photos from the ruins of Hampi, India.
If you ever want to know what it’s like to be a celebrity be a blonde girl traveling in Hampi. Where I’ve had those feelings elsewhere in India, especially throughout the South, no where were they as strong as in Hampi.
People stopped me all over wanting to get their photo taken of me. Or wanting me to take their photo with my camera even though they would never see it beyond the two-second preview afterwards.
Some times it was hard to get around, to enjoy wandering through the ruins, as people lined up to get their photos taken. It was, sometimes, ahem, exhausting.
Hampi itself was a nice place. Quaint. Quiet. We traveled there to see the ruins, but as it turned out, many of the ruins were much more recent as the government is tearing down many of the local buildings to help preserve the world heritage monuments. One of those things that simultaneously makes no sense and all the sense. One of those things that is so perfectly India.
We ended up just spending about three days there, though I could have spent longer, lingering, enjoying the nice little boulder-filled town.