He told me about a place, called the Monkey Temple, on the other side of the river. This obviously is still a secret place, because my guidebook doesn't know about it. We went over to the other side on some sort of basket (braided palm tree leaves). The water came in from the bottom, but we made it! The Israeli guy went back to his guest house (which is located on this side of the river) and I took a rickshaw to the temple. It is a 20min walk up some stairs and the monkeys come to say hello. Well, I had them all over me. They wanted to grab my glasses, steal my bottle of water, open my daypack, etc. They are very smart creatures I have to say! The day before, when I had lunner (I told you), a monkey nicked a pack of fruit juice from a shop and drunk it on top of a tree! The views from the hill (actually, the temple is not spectacular) are amazing and really worth the effort ( some people even walked to the place instead of taking a rickshaw).
On my way back, I met a German girl on the basket-boat. She was from Leipzig and worked at last year's Wave-Gothic-Meeting in the "Moritz Bastei". Since I was there as well, we really had to chat about things. We had dinner (well, she had, and I had beer) and shared our Indian experiences.
I had to wait an hour for the bus, which is supposed to leave every half hour back to Hospet. But that's just how India works. No complaints. Today's night, I will use for another bus ride! But this time, I go on a private bus with proper seats!