It's funny how time and distance change you, the roads you take don't always lead you home.
Hampi did not tend to agree with my stomach. One morning I ended up staying back while the group went out to explore. After lying by the rice fields, reading, sipping fresh ginger, honey tea–I was ready for the day. Just a little late. I ended up renting a motor bike and purchasing three litres of petrol for the afternoon. After almost crashing, I was ready for the open road.
My love of selfies hasn’t seem to diminish over here.
I sped on dirt roads as I raced no one across rice paddies. To circle the island was about 40 kilometers (dont ask me the conversion to miles, because I frankly have no clue). I went in every which direction. Exploring abandoned roads to come across beautiful waterfalls and ancient towns. I was alone under the sun, crisping my exposed shoulders.
I endeed up finding a temple that was located on top of a mountain of precariously perched rock formations. After about a 40 minute hike, I reached the top. Where I removed my shoes and wandered around the monkey inhabited rocks. I entered the temple to preform Pooja to the unknown Hindu God.
To say the least, it was a successful day. My friends returned worn and exhausted, while I was refreshed from my exhilarating “Emma Time” as my mom has come to call my need for space.