Favorite thing: This was a very different welcome than we had all had earlier in the day. When the tour bus turned up, we were swamped by venders and again when leaving the temples to walk to the bus. Most were very aggressive including an old woman who I was pretty much fighting off with the garland of flowers she was trying to sell me by shoving over my head. She was a feisty thing and wasn’t going to give up. Coming back in the afternoon by myself was a very different story. No one approached me and I was left to wander at will. Wild Boar wandered in the sides of roads. Small shops were quiet after the tourist rush in the morning. Most sit in their darkened shops with their air conditioners off. The moment you approach, everything is switched on and you are welcomed in. Of course they try and tempt you with their wares but nothing is too pressurized. No one wants to be missed out so I did them all, one by one and only buying a few small souvenirs. I was approached by a young man who offered to show me some more shops and I let him. This proved to be an experience to change my memories of Khajuraho.
Favorite thing: After an hour I was awake and bright as a button, feeling a lot better and ready to take on the town of Khajuraho. The hotel, as lovely as it appeared, was right out in the middle of nowhere. Much to the amazement of the others I was with, I was prepared to walk into town and do some quiet solo investigating. Instructions from the hotel was to turn left out of the hotel and walk to the corner, turning right in the direction of the town. However previously our bus had gone right into town so in case I had been misunderstood I decided to take the route of the bus and turn right. It was 39C in the early afternoon and enroute on this quiet country road I was only occasionally passed by the odd motorbike or small rattley old truck. Stares of course were by this stage not even given a second thought although after walking a good half an hour or more I was beginning to think that maybe this was not the smartest idea I had had especially after being approached by 3 youths on a motorbike saying they would like to be my friend then added, more than a friend. After waving them off with a dismal, they disappeared. This was indeed countryside. The land was flat with rocky outcrops in the distance. Water buffalo wallowed in small pools of water while cows slept off the effects of the heat of the day. Finally to my relief, as I rounded a corner, I saw the tops of the temples and the beginnings of the town.
Favorite thing: Khajuraho was personally very memorable for me, not just for the awesome temples and carvings but for the lesser acknowledged treasures, the people. I arrived in Khajuraho with a cold that had been persisting for some 4 days. With everything being fast paced, there had been no chance to find a pharmacy to get myself anything. On approaching the temples I saw a small shop with a pharmacy symbol. As soon as the tour of the temples was over, I headed there to get myself something that would help. The shop was small and service was obtained from the street from a man sitting behind the counter. I explained with no problem what I wanted and he seemed to understand. He offered a couple of different tabs of tablets and I settled more on one that had the word ‘cold’ in it. Nothing came in boxes or packets, it was sold by the strip. Back in the bus I struggled to read the minute instructions on the back before taking any. After an hour or more of more sightseeing we were back in our hotel for what was to be a leisurely afternoon. I did something I rarely do during day light hours, I went out like a light and think I can only blame the medication for the sudden enforced sleep.
After the bumpy dusty death defying 5 hour hayride on the bus from Orchha, nothing looked quite so good on the menu in Khajuraho as a big bottle of cold Kingfisher beer....
Of course, though, I would have ordered the same thing even if I had jetted in here first class... (See,,, there are some universally "Good" things in life, afterall...)
Favorite thing: There are several places in Khajuraho where you can get your digitial photo images moved to CD. This store was such a little shack I had to take a picture of it.
Favorite thing: You can find many kinds of posters like this in the city, either it's the god Shiva or goddness Krishna or just a lovely baby pic....
Favorite thing: The way from Orcha to Kajurahu is very unique and off the beaten track. I took this photo of local woman in Orcha.