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Slowly but surely I approached the end of my journey. Hampi attracted with a great landscape and many ruins. The choice of the means of travel was unfortunately a disaster. You get what you pay for. It was a bad idea to take the non-air-conditioned night bus. The drivers (fortunately there were two) were visibly under the influence of drugs, the bus was cramped, extremely noisy and it stank of diesel like in the engine room of a fishing boat. I endured it just like all the young backpackers on the bus, who had worry and anguish written all over their faces as well.
Sometime in the morning hours, after a breakneck ride through the night, we arrived in Hampi, a small village. My accommodation was very good and the owner quickly organized a very cordial and talkative tuktuk driver with whom I rattled off everything worth seeing. The landscape was wonderful and unreal at the same time and all the ruins so extensive and widely distributed that you could hardly believe it. Together with the beautiful vegetation with palm trees, rice fields and banana plantations, this was an unexpectedly crowning conclusion of this impressive journey.
