I am a harder man than you

Ok, so to cover what has occurred in the last few days REALLY quickly:

I slept for 4 hours over the last, what, 48 hours? Yeah, that's about right.

I travelled for 30 of those 48 hours.

I visited the hindu-only temple of Sri Krishna, in Guruvayoor. "How did you get in, whitefellah?" you ask? By doing it how James Bond would. I flicked open my passport and said "Iyer. Ganapathy Iyer." Hot diggity-damn if that didn't get me into that temple pronto!
Really a very nice temple, said a quick prayer for my family here, slept under a god's statue, and then went on my way. Again, more details when I have slept.

Travelled "general class" on an indian train for 12 hours. Yes, I am that bad. I shared a little bunk with an Indian (who kept on wanting my luggage "on floor! You put on floor!", but then I'd never see it again, so it stayed on the bunk with me). Me and the luggage at one end, him at the other. No one slept. Well, the people on the floor slept well, but I din't.

Travelled on public bus for another 11 hours to get to Hampi, which is where I now am. THAT was fun. And sleepless.

Sat and talked to some nice people. Alot. Seeing as I haven't talked to anyone really for a few days.

And typed on this blog. If I put everything I did down, well, people might just plain old explode from the excitement! I don't like that, so I won't.

Tomorrow: to do stuff in Hampi, or to sleep? I don't know! But you will, come night-time!