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Published: November 17th 2014
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So it's another bus ride from Hampi to Gorkarna, luckily I'm making the journey with a friend I've made in Hampi. There was no sleeper tickets available for the bus, so I'm sat upright all night trying to fucking sleep! No chance! We have to change bus at 2AM, and get onto what from the outside was a minivan, inside they'd managed to cram as many seats as a small airplane, goodbye knees. What I didn't realise before starting the journey was that it's only two hours on from this point, so we pay an extra 100rs each to get dropped at Om beach, meant to be really quiet and so named because it's in the shape of the Om symbol. We arrive in Gorkarna around 4/4.30AM, it's still dark and there's no one around. Collectively everyone off the bus decides to walk down to the beach, await sunrise and find a room, sounds nice, but when you're tired, not so much. Not to mention streets, beaches, pretty much everywhere is owned by the dogs at night. In most places they're just roaming around the cities, eating rubbish and whatever food westerners give them, Indians usually treat them like shit and beat them, which is probably why they're so unpredictable, you hear stories of people getting fucking bitten by them! Most of the time though, they'll just bark at you until you get off their territory, still rather unnerving though.
Anyway, I get a room at Sunset point, probably the best view on the beach 300rs a night, which seemed reasonable until the last night when I noticed fucking cockroaches crawling all over the place!
The beach in Gorkarna is so nice! there's another round the corner, Kudlee beach, I wish I'd had time to visit, but I was only there for two nights. On the second day I got a kayak with some friends, 300rs for two hours. There's two secluded beaches that are only accessible via the sea, or climbing over rocks. Half Moon beach and Paradise beach, basically places where the hippies go and stay in tents, build there own leaf shacks, cook their own food and sit playing guitar, fucking douches!. A few years ago the police came down and demolished all the buildings that were there, so I wasn't expecting to find anything. We pull the Kayaks up onto Half moon beach, and there's a couple of stone buildings, and no one about.....very strange. We're looking around and there's every sign of life, apart from life. Very creepy, it was like something from the start of a horror movie!
We quickly get off Half moon and round to Paradise, which is fucking over exaggerating the beach! I'm rowing the kayak in and a wave comes and nearly fucking capsized me! fuck sake.
There's just a few hippies sat around, I wasn't staying there long!
The beach really reminds me of what "The Beach" (the book) would be like.
Literally just spent the day swimming in the sea and lounging on the beach, the seas really calm, so perfect for swimming. The waves break really late, it's so trippy to watch, it looks like it just stops all of a sudden.
Now to Thrissur to meet Anu (from the Raleigh project that I volunteered with last year)!
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