HAMPI INDIA

MATANGA HILL

HAVING ARRIVED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, WITH NO SLEEP FOR FIVE DAYS, AND A CHEST INFECTION FROM HELL CONSTANTLY ON THE MOVE, PLANES TRAINS AND AUTOMOBILES,…
I AWOKE TWO DAYS LATER TO HEAR WHAT I THOUGHT WAS SOME ONE PLAYING THE SOUNDTRACK TO THE JUNGLE BOOK, BEAUTIFUL MUSIC EMMINATING FROM A DISTANT TEMPLE, LOOKING OUTSIDE I WAS SHOCKED TO FIND I HAD WOKEN UP IN A DESERTED CITY ON THE MOON, AND MY FRIENDS HAD COME TOO. DAYS WOULD PASS BY WANDERING THROUGH THE BAZARR, TEA AT MAMA S , SHOPPING AND JUST LOSEING THE DAY WALKING UP MATANGA HILL , BOULDERS ON TOP OF BOULDER THAT HAD BEEN PUSHED UP THROUGH THE GROUND BY AN AMAZING FORCE , SUNSET THEN DINNER AT ROUULES A LITTLE BEER ,UNDER THE TABLE SAFETLY . NOTHING CHANGED FOR A WHILE ,TIME SLIPPED BY IN THE LAND THAT TIME HAD FOR GOT, EXCEPT FOR THE FIRE, SMOKIN WERE WE JEZ? THE ONE THING AMONGST ALL THIS BEAUTY THAT TOUCHED ME WAS THE STATUE OF THE MUSTARD GANESH, A HUGE 9 FT TALL SINGLE STONE STATUE, WITH HANDS LIKE MUSTARD SEEDS SO THEY SAY. BUT HIS STATURE AND PRESENCE GOT TO ME ……….SO MUCH SO THAT 15 YEARS LATER I HAVE GANESH ON MY BACK.



THAT MUSTARD GANESH