Badami

The distance from Ramdurg to Badami is about 42km. We only cycled 20km though. Our stay in Ramdurg was not the most enjoyable stay. Our room was right above the kitchen, and as such we got a lot of the kitchen smoke into our room. The smoke erritated our eyes, and the smell of burnt curry is still lingering on our clothes. That was nothing compared to what was a head of us the next day.

When we awoke, Tanya was not feeling good, in fact she was feeling terrible, and if it wasn’t for the smoky room, we would have spent another night in Ramdurg. However, we trucked on. We made it 6km before  stoping to have something to eat. Tanya didn’t eat though, she puked, susspecting that the culpret was food posioning, we discussed our options. With only 36km to go, Tanya wanted to keep going, with the idea of a comfortable hotel in Badmi as her motovation. We pushed on, and came to a little town. Tanya wasn’t feeling any better, we got a three wheeled rickshaw/truck to take us and our bikes to Badami.

Two westerners riding in a rickshaw with bicycles is not an event that a resident of rural India see that much. With about 60 people crowding us, we struggled to put our bikes into the back of the rickshaw.

Keep in mind that a rickshaw is meant to have one person in the driver seat (not that this ever happens in India). The three of us shared the driver seat for about 50 minutes to Badami. The ride was uncomfortable, but it got us there in good time. We checked out a couple of hotels and settled for a semi-delux room, although paying a slight premium, we wanted somethin comfortable.

Tanya fell instantly asleep, and I went for Lunch. This is the first time Tanya and I were seperated for more then a washroom break. It was a different expirence. While I finished my lunch, I people watched. Then I was off to explore the town. Badami has main drag, where a secondary highway comes through the town, when you get off this highway you get into the village. The village is a pretty neat, Houses packed together, I wandered the streets until I saw something, a redish temply on a hill, surrounded by some of the greenest grass I have seen in India. As I walked up, there were four kids that followed me. I talked to them, and they showed me around the temple. After that I told them that I wanted to see the surrounding area, and they took me around, showed me the half destroyed fort, an old temple and a Mosque. When that was done, I paid them for the tour (Rs40, or Rs10 each). The youngest was really excited, but the oldest tried to get more out of me. He kept pestering me, I turned away and ignored him. If he spoke better English and told me more about the site, I would have gladly paid more, but he didn’t. I always feel a little bad about the Indians. The average Indian makes about Rs50 a day, which is just over a Dollar. No matter how you look at it, there is no way to justify it, life is unfair, I suppose it is all realative (just try to live off of one dollar in Canada), but that is just the way it is.

I went back to the hotel room to find Tanya still asleep. I decided to have a nap as well. I awoke around 8pm, went for a quick dinner and we watched TV for a while. We went to bed.

The next morning, I wasn’t feeling to great. In fact I was feeling terrible. Having to frequent the washroom about once an hour, I was not enjoying myself. Tanya on the other had was feeling lot better. She had recovered and now it was my turn. I laid in bet until Tanya convinced to take some anti-botics because I was burning up with a fever that was not getting better. I felt better after that, and only had to frequent the washroom once every 3 hours. We stayed up until midnight only because national geographic channel had a show about a family of  bonnet macaque monkeys in Jiapur. The show was relavant because it was about India, and we have seen a lot of these monkeys. The next day I felt great and we were ready to see what the town had to offer.

There are some caves in the town, so we checked those out. They were pretty sweet, some dating back to the 6th centry. There were four caves and they were all pretty impressive. A worthwhile visit, however watch out for the mokeys.

One grabbed at Tanyas bag, trying to get at some of the food inside of it. It was crazy. These monkey have very little fear of humans, and there were about 300 people on the site and everyone was pretty excited when these Monkeys tried to steel someones bag. Entertaining, unless it was your bag that was snatched, and pulled up the rock face, out of humans reach, while your cell phone and wallet were carelessly emptied on the rock cliff. We saw that happen.  We went back to hotel and tried to use the internet, however, here, the power only works about 16 hours a day.

Posted from Badami, Karnataka, India
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2 thoughts on “Badami

  1. Cassandra

    My dad got attacked by a monkey at at Buddhist temple in Thailand. He was scared to kick it or anything in case the monks would get mad. I think he eventually did though, just to get the damned thing to go away.

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  2. Tanya

    The monkey are so crazy in some places here (like where there are people and food…ie. the temples mostly), they mostly freak me out and I always keep a rock in my hand just in case…they are clever little things!

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