Five of us, two from Paris, a German and two English, took an early bus into the hills. With four languages between us, but none that was held in common, the pleasure of a walk was the unifier.
Mudkud, like Black Tar, is not the most attractive of names - in any language; but there we found cashew nut and mango trees growing wild, a snakeskin in a rice field, a temple under construction, women at their midday break, and a river to cross...
The sand in the hour-glass has almost run out and I'll be leaving tomorrow for Hampi.
Mudkud, like Black Tar, is not the most attractive of names - in any language; but there we found cashew nut and mango trees growing wild, a snakeskin in a rice field, a temple under construction, women at their midday break, and a river to cross...
The sand in the hour-glass has almost run out and I'll be leaving tomorrow for Hampi.
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