Day 12: Chamarayanakote to Hansoge
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.
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.
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
As Mother Teresa said: “We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do.”
But hey, let's keep it short and simple and quote Justin Bieber, "U Smile, I Smile."
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.
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.
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...