it's coming down officially now. umbrellas - black, yellow and green, foldable and unfoldable, torn, patched and new, are all out in full strength. i'm digging too. in the far corners of my cupboards for rain gear. and there's a squish in my shoes.
cats, dogs and the odd hippo coming down. you can bet your mummy, it's the end of summer. end of summer equates the first of the annual trips to hampi. the memories in spite of our adled beyond repair brains, are flooding in. ruins bathed in evening yellow. the million goli sodas. monkey hill. sanapur. the boatman with the cool aviators. the itch. oh yes. it's back.
7 comments:
"everything I touch turns to stone"
says radiohead.
Hampi is one of my annual trips too.
hope you spent many an afternoon on a warm rock like a crocodile.
oh and the sky in the first picture is mindblowing.
you went to hampi :)
Mmmmmmmm Hampi...I say, september calls for another trip to the Hamps! :)
As the rains receed, we will descend and Hampi will be ours once more.
errr....all your pictures are brilliant, i think.
gee thanks!
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