Back from Hampi. Was great. Hampi is the place where's actually nothing to do. Maximum Chillout. Spiritual and very religious place, the government bans selling alcohol and meat, so tourism is really sucks. You can visit temples and meet monkeys. There's a river through Hampi the other side is an israeli dominant party place but when we wanted to cross, guys in the boat said that the boat comes back only tomorrow because the water level is too high. There's a bridge in process nearby but it fell down this January among mystical circumstances. Maybe the gods don't want Hampi to become party place. Understandable. So we decided to stay on the peaceful side and made tours in the hills visiting temples. The scariest thing was that no matter how high a temple was built in the hills each of them has its own guard who lives there and watches the temple. Like in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Old women who climbs the rock each day or live in the hills. And when you think you're alone in the middle of nowhere someone appears and watches you. The hills have eyes!

Here in Hyderabad the Durda-Pooje festival is happening all the week. Muslim Ramadan's just over last week, now hindi celebrate Durga, the goddess of destruction with dancing and singing in every street all across India. Huge street marching and carriage of giant statues on trucks to the lake of Hyderabad. And as I was informed this is like this in about every month. India has many gods...

The bad thing that can not really enjoy the festival as got cold two days back. Must be on the bike when we were three on a Hero Honda in the rain on the way to the cinema. Real Indian style. We went to see Quick Gun Murugan. Whatever. I asked for a big onion from Balu's mom and ate it with four limes and a small bottle of Red Knight whisky we bought for 38 Rupees. Had some vitamins and aspirin and went to sleep. Both onion and alcohol are strictly forbidden in Balu's house because of religious reasons, but I hope the gods will forgive me. I slept the whole day, now I'm a lot more better.

Posting is paused for a couple of days, we go to Hampi tonight, visit the birthplace of Hanuman, the Monkey God. Hampi's about 500 km from Hyderabad, full of ancient temples and spiritual ruins and the monkeys say it's better than Goa.

12 hours on bus. Roll Dakta!

Since I'm here I face the fact that people speak three-four languages around me and pray to different gods but they have one thing in common: everyone knows Quick Gun Murugan. But who the hack is Quick Gun Murugan? He's just back from death to cinemas to protect the nation of India from the evil meat dealer, Rice Plate Reddy.

The Bollywood-Hollywood mega production follows the adventures of the the vegetarian western superhero, Quick Gun Murugan taking all his efforts to stop the evil Rice Plate Reddy who's selling food with meat. Madness!

Although Quick Gun Murugan's a big box office hit all across India, here in Hyderabad we've to wait for couple of weeks more for the premier because members of the Reddy-caste are protesting against the film as the character of Rice Plate Reddy has a bad reputation on the Reddys. They want producers to change the character of the antagonist. So we're patiently waiting, but show you the cream of the creams of the Quick Gun Murugan hype. MIND IT!

There's no Bollywood hit without singing and dancing, see how Murugan rocks the dancefloor!

Different country, different culture, different meanings.

DJs @ Studio 9 from Gergely Laszlo-Zwickl on Vimeo.

From Monday to Friday I'm here in Studio 9. Guys are mixing, air-condition is on, food is spicy. Waiting for the monkeys...