We arrived in town and went straight to a cheap hotel that Djalma had booked, the other couple came with us and stayed in the same hotel. We had noodles for dinner that night and had a walk round town which was wasn't the most restorative of strolls, it was a bit like a mini Luxor and after being cooped up in vehicles with a little hangover all day wasn't in the mood to be polite.
After a good nights sleep and breakfast we headed to the Western Temples which were the most intricate and the best preserved of all the different sections. For those of you who aren't aware, Khajuraho's prime and probably only tourist attraction are these very old sandstone temples carved with;
lascivious ladies,
From Khajuraho, India |
frolicking foursomes,
From Khajuraho, India |
plenty of bouncing bosoms
From Khajuraho, India |
and the odd perky penis... or two
From Khajuraho, India |
There were about seven or eight temples in the Western section and we visited them all, gawking at the improbable poses (serious yoga, props and other people were required for some of the sex acts) and laughing at the blushing “helpers” there was even a carved man showing his appreciation for the equine race, lovely (second man in from the left).
From Khajuraho, India |
It took about an hour to see them all and by then I'd had enough of the sun, the heat and the sex so we left for lunch. I went back to lie down at the hotel and Djalma rented a bicycle for a couple of hours and went of to see some other temples, which were much the same. He did see a blessed dog on the way there though.
From Khajuraho, India |
We left that night and got an auto rickshaw to the train station for a long night train to Varanasi. We shared a coupé with a bunch of French guys (I feel obliged to add that one was Belgian) one of whom turned out to be the dancing white man at the party in Pachmarhi.
After a healthful and tasteful, as they say in India, train breakfast of samosas and masala chai, we arrived in the holy city of Varanasi mid morning.
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