Day 12: Chamarayanakote to Hansoge

Distance: 33.3km

It's funny how each village will vary with the way I am welcomed. This small village was buzzing with laughter and quite rightly looks of astonishment as to what the hell was I doing walking through their town! As I walked past the mosque and the temple - I was called over by this beautiful elderly woman who quickly summoned her sons over.

 Had to be included again! Felt right at home.

Had to be included again! Felt right at home.

I was invited in for coffee - the whole family was visiting from Bangalore for a birthday. Coffee - turned into breakfast that turned into coffee and sweets. I ended up staying for 3 hours. Felt right at home.

 The power of a smile. 

The power of a smile. 

 Wanted a snap with Colin

Wanted a snap with Colin

It always amazes me the power of a smile - a simple act that certainly has provided me with motivation at the most challenging times. A universal language that has ability to change your day and others day.  It's an under utilised tool that we all have access to

 Went out of his to get me a coconut.. Couldn't stop smiling. 

Went out of his to get me a coconut.. Couldn't stop smiling. 

 Walked with this beautiful woman for a few kilometres. Had a good laugh about who was carrying it better.

Walked with this beautiful woman for a few kilometres. Had a good laugh about who was carrying it better.

 Should I stay or go? Decided to kick on.

Should I stay or go? Decided to kick on.

As Mother Teresa said: “We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do.”

 Mother Teresa

Mother Teresa

But hey, let's keep it short and simple and quote Justin Bieber, "U Smile, I Smile."

 Now we all are on him... 🤗 

Now we all are on him... 🤗 

By late afternoon I arrived in a village called Hansoge, known for its temple right on the banks of the Kaveri River. I was exhausted so was looking for a place to put my tent up - there was some conversations happening and was I was called over to where I thought I was invited to stay back at this guy's house. Instead I was sent to the leper house - gutter trash outside the community hall.

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I went to use the bathroom. And there he was. An Albino man swinging and singing on his swing in the dark. I thought he was chained up and I had walked into a horror movie.

Startled with fear I decided there was nothing I could do but to set up camp in the gutter and hope for the best.

 One of the many times I was woken up... 

One of the many times I was woken up... 

Privacy is something that is hard to come by in India. Constantly as I tried to sleep I was tugged, pushed and asked for selfies. Patience.

Eventually I got up after I was told by the priest that I needed to meet 'his people.' I knew this was going to be an awkward conversation...

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