Last night we went back to the first temple again to try and get another look at Lackshmee the Elephant but no luck. They said if we wanted to watch hr having her morning bath to meet them at the river at 6.30am, we weren't sure we'd be up then as tonight we are sleeping on the bus again, and we weren't. We settled for having dinner in a cheap and nice diner last night and did some bartering on the market for some lovely little statues. Back in our room we made a nice little cosy bed with the mosquito curtain all round, I realised it wasn't just for show - only one set of windows had glass in, there was a high up vent that just had bars across it above the bed and in the night I heard a scratching noise up there. I thought it was a bird but then a tail was silhouetted against the window, then a monkey little body followed swinging on the metal shutters! Glad it didn't get in as I had no bananas to offer and they get mad if you don't give them what they want.We decided today we would go temple mad in the morning and chill out in the afternoon. Our bus had actually (shock/horror) left on time from Goa and there was a possibility it would be on time going back. We couldn't go back to Goa from Hampi, some clever Indian system often doesn't allow you to return to your starting point from the same bus/train stop you arrived at, we had to go to the bigger town of Hospet which was an unknown distance away.We took a rickshaw up to the Zenana enclosure as it was meant to be very beautiful and had elephant stables nearby. Luckily I had read the loney planet guide and knew that the elephants were long gone."Zenana (Persian: زنانه, Urdu: زنانہ, Hindi: ज़नाना) refers to the part of a house in South Asian countries such as India and Pakistan reserved for the women of the household. The Zenana is the apartments of an Eastern house in which the women of the family are secluded. This is an Islamic custom, which has been introduced into India and has spread amongst the Hindus.The first thing we saw was that everything was green. That was unusual for Hampi which is very dry.Next to the entrance way was an ornate tree with lovely flowers and what appeared to be beans growing on it and lots of ladies were sitting in the grass pulling weeds but just one weed at a time with only their hands in this huge area must be a big job - no weedol here! Inside the area that was meant to be the treasury for the queen there was a display of photo taken by a British explorer and a load of history, luckily we were both in agreement that we would rather just look around and buy a book later than try and decipher the 'English' that the histories were written in. The Indians seem to have their own version of English with its own spelling grammar and pronunciation, they also are puzzled when an English person can't seem to understand their 'English' it gets quite complicated.The next thing to see was the queen's basement. I'm assuming the rest was either knocked down by the next queen or invaders the basement was huge pieces of granite so I'm guessing the rest of that palace didn't erode.On our way to the Lotus Mahal (palace) Vincent spotted a cheeky squirrel who was more than happy to have his photo taken. The lotus Mahal itself was beautiful its ornate carvings were still visible even though worn and it looked very impressive, but not very comfortable all made of granite and not very practical as it was made of so many arches there wasn't really any space inside. I wonder if anyone ever actually lived in it or if it was just for decoration?We could see the amazing building of the elephant stables from the Lotus Mahal. It is absolutely huge and can house up to 11 elephants. They each have their own room and a massive ring built in to the ceiling to tether them to so they don't run amok. We wandered through enjoying the cool of the building as it was now nearly midday and the temperature was getting to be (I guess) in the mid to high 30s. After a long slow wander round we found a tree trunk to sit on and rest then debated what to do next. We had seen all the best temples and Vincent had read that there was a really lovely restaurant we could try for lunch called the mango tree. At this point the camera battery failed and as we had checked out of our b and b that morning we could take no more pics either.The mango tree was a long drive again through Hampi looking at amazing boulders and temple ruins all over the place. The mango tree was in a banana grove right on the edge of a cliff looking over the river. Odd we thought it would be in a mango grove, but it became apparent why it got its name as growing out of the side of the cliff was a huge mango tree with a swing on it that swung out of restaurant and over the side of the cliff. We both decided to pass on the swing and sat down on mats on the floor to eat lunch. We had a lovely lunch if slightly uncomfy sitting on a stone floor with only a mat. Next we decided to go swimming and check out the 'beach resort' here although we were 100s of miles from any coast line. We met up with our friendly taxi driver who said the beach resort did have a pool but it had no water in it, and obviously there was no beach, but he recommended a 5 star hotel in Hospet near the bus stop. We went there and were the only people in sight so swam ten lengths in the freezing cold water. We lay there in the sun for a bit warming up, drying off and relaxing then decided that we should get to Hospet bus stop early to get good seats, in spite of the numbering system it seems to be a first come first served basis.We grabbed a rickshaw and went to the bus stop only to find we were over an hour early! I got bored waiting so decided to go on an adventure in the surrounding area, there as nothing there except buildings and lots of people begging so we got in a cab and said take us a few kilometres then we will walk back to pass the time. He dropped us at a fruit and veg market but it was full of flies and we could hardly take fruit on the bus. Wandering on I found a cheap shoe shop and got a pair of flip flops for 200rs. We pottered along and got back to the bus stop still a bit early, Vincent's spider sense took us the shortest route back, so we wandered a little further and found a pretty restaurant not too far from the bus stop. After deciding we were on holiday and deserved a glass of wine they told us there wasn't any! Even the expensive looking places don't seem to have half of what is on their menu. Still full from lunch I ordered their biggest ice cream sundae to share. Service at this place rivalled our own at Mello Rosa for speed, i.e. we waited for ages then had to wolf it down in the last few minutes before the bus.We got a top bunk at the front of the bus this time which seemed to be much nicer, but sadly we weren't to enjoy it. After about half an hour on the bus my tummy felt funny, luckily I think that many people had asked the conductor about toilet stops as the bus made an unscheduled stop. About 20 people got out to pee 'in the bushes' only to find we were in a wasteland without so much as a blade of grass to hide behind!I got back on the bus feeling much better and fell asleep waking up after the real rest stop with loo to find Vincent had got off the bus, passed out and thrown up. The rest of the 12 hour journey was spent waiting for loo stops and holding hair while throwing up out the window. Not fun. We finally got home and spent the whole of the next day in bed drinking loads of bottled water to try and get well. It took me a good 3 weeks and about a stone of weight to get better but now I'm feeling fine and hydrated, Vincent recovered quicker luckily because in the second week of the 'Hampi belly' he went and bought a thermometer and discovered my temperature was in excess of 104! That only lasted a day or so thank goodness as I'm not willing to see an Indian doctor after seeing what you get if people assure you of their trade.