Was good to finally be recovering from our fevers and hoping on a bus and getting out of Goa. Our destination was a spiritual hub in central India, Hampi. Just before the bus we met a really interesting girl from Tartastan (a small republic inside of Russia) by the name of Guzel who ended up joining our crew for the stay in Hampi. I shared a comfy double sleeper bed with Eule. 1 hour into the bus ride he thought it would be the right time to spark up a cheeky goodnight joint, but before he could properly enjoy his first inhale the conductor ripped our doors open and as a result eule dropped the good stuff out the window. I was in hysterics, Eule deeply upset and the conductor was a reincarnation of the h man himself. When we arrived after quite a bumpy ride, the sun was starting to creep up. The incredible landscape full of boulders and mountains started to reveal itself and the energy of the crew soared. We some how piled 7 of us including a couple surfboards and luggage into 1 rickshaw and made our way to what would become more then home to us 'Sima Guesthouse'.