Don’t worry, be Hampi. A long, uncomfortable overnight sleeperbus ride from Palolem to Hampi (in another state) and I arrived early in the morning. Like, 6am in utter darkness. Not really knowing where to go, except “across the river”, I went to a little stall next to the bus station, for some masala chai. It seems like these little stalls are just open 24/7, there were some Indians as well. Maybe on their way home from work, or the other way around of course.
Red dust everywhere, lots of straight roads, dingoes. The NT is a place like no other. Deserted, but busy at the main touristy attractions. It’s the land of the Indigenous, a sacred, mystic place with just a couple of towns, and lots of nothing in between.