Checked into Rocky Guest House. Rocky is the son. Ramun is the boy (worker?). I already forgot the name of the father. All are super friendly.rocky’s father was born here. His English is ok in simple words, I want to talk to him more. Rocky seems much more cosmopolitan.
There are roof decks on many places in this little upscale tourist town. I say upscale because there are windows and ac. I am eating the Indian breakfast which is a spicy (oops) dosa with a fruit salad and two sauces I haven’t touched yet, plus a bottle of water and a coffee which is already gone. I want to clean up and go out, power through my tiredness an sleep just after sundown.
These are the kind of rooftops that great chase scenes are filmed on. This roof is cleanly swept and I walk barefoot having left my shoes at the door. The sloped ones are all corrugated metal and/or palm fronds.
Most indians here have a darker complexion, the same as I noticed in a few towns nearby. It is likely this phenotype goes back many generations, though I am not sure if there is any connection to the Vijayanagara people, or their conquerors or someone else. There was a roving musical play with painted and costumed performers that I enjoyed from the rooftop.
I checked in and Rocky planned my three days here. I am booked for three nights but I knew that going in. I leave after sunset so it will be nice to have the room.
I am lying down in the small room, similar to one in goa, which may be a mistake. I showered and my body feels like a deflated balloon. I need to keep moving if I am to see his planned sites for today. I will bring the camera and get wifi back in town. I could hit the temple with a rock from here so I am not worried about getting lost. Actually no,I don’t throw that well and anyway despite it also being made of rock they probably wouldn’t appreciate that. Maybe a lemon.
Off I go, posting now.