I ate rava dosa when a cow edged to the door of the restaurant. It took one tiny step at a time, its nose twitching for something to eat. When I finished, I folded my banana leaf plate and handed it to the waiter, gesturing towards the cow. The remnants of my breakfast were gone in a matter of seconds.
It was time to retrace my steps back to the main heritage site for one last look. I was after a photo of the famous balancing boulder without a tourist resting their hand underneath as if supporting the rock.
It was a quieter day but I still attracted the attention of a young art student who briefed me on some of the sites before leading me to a shop that displayed his carvings.