Friday 15 December 2017

Staring at the boulders

You don't meditate in Hampi. Hampi meditates you.

View from Hanuman shrine




I don't know how many hours I spent just looking at the rocks of Hampi; the play of light over this massive area of myriads of boulders. The monkey King Hanuman is said to be born here, and rightfully so. If you don't watch out, they'll grab your food right out of your hand!

People across the ages have seen Hampi as it is: A magical place. It's been home to dynasties, that all built wondrous temples here, also because the rock is of such a character that it is very easy to cut in straight planes. There are hundreds of temples, shrines, houses, baths, bazaars and the like, in intricately cut rock. Even at the quarries, they've built small shrines, and carved portraits and gods in the rock.

Hampi is magic in another way, I met some wonderful people here. Especially one, together with whom the sunrises got even brighter. But that belongs in another forum...

In all, I spent 2 weeks here, hardly climbed a rock, but overheard many climbers recounting their day with feverish eyes and trembling limbs. Some have come back every year the last 30 years, and they say perhaps 5% of the area has been climbed, or rather bouldered.

Sunrise and bouldering

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