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This morning, we got up at 5:30AM to have breakfast and leave early, by bus, for the temples of Khajuraho.  We had to leave this early because the entire place is made of stone, and the stones get extremely hot as the day goes on.  Even at 7AM, it was already very hot outside.  On our bus was a tour guide who talked to us about the temples and their history.  When the bus stopped, we got out and headed towards the gates.  As usual there was a lot of security to pass into the site and there was a tax in place on carrying a video camera.


For the next several hours, we wandered the paths, visiting all of the various temples from the outside as well as the inside.  To go inside, we had to remove our shoes at the bottom of the stairs leading in.  The temples were stone that has worn over the years from weather, climate, and especially people traffic.  The outsides are a patterned yet chaotic mess of people, animals, and designs…all very lewd and suggestive.  The inside had a figure of a god at the back for worshipping with high ceilings and more scultures and designs.  The most amazing part was how detailed all of the work was in this 1000-year-old facility.


When we were done with the temples, we took a short break in the vendors area.  Unfortunately, people refused to let us be.  I saw some clothes I liked, but there were too many pushy vendors.  Finally one was nice enough to chat with me and told me about how he likes speaking to foreigners to improve his languages, such as English but also Italian.  Turns out he speaks some French, too.  He gave me a card but then we had to leave.  We were supposed to return later to shop.


As we were walking, we realized we had made a wrong turn.  I grew skeptical of all the people who had begun to crowd around us.  They were young guys looking to talk to the girls.  One was talking to me; however, he wasn’t pushy like the others.  He and a man selling things in the street helped take us through a gated entrance to get back to our bus.  The boy asked for my name and e-mail, which I gave him on a piece of paper.  While we were on the bus, though, the other boys continued to seek attention from a group of the girls in our class.  The girls started getting very giddy and pushed their e-mails to the glass or even ran the papers outside.  I watched my guy coolly lean against a tree and smile.  He has a nice smile.  He told me he wants to be a software engineer, he does – out here, in remote, rural India.

Our bus pulled out and we headed back to the hotel for a break and lunch.  Lunch was pushed up to noon and the rest of the time I dedicated to updating this blog, uploading photos, checking e-mail, exchanging currency, swimming, sitting outside, listening to music, napping, etc.  Then, when it neared normal eating time for supper, we headed back to the busy part of town for shopping.  Unfortunately, one of the members in our group drank too much wine and was causing a raucous among our group and others’.  But that was hardly our concern.  The biggest concern was the fact that the girls were being too flirtatious before and that they had attractive some equally bad children, I suppose.  But when we came back, we realized the boys had followed us to our hotel and watched for us to leave.  Then they followed us into town, too.


Some more people exchanged information and continued to flirt so that the boys wouldn’t let us be.  They continued to follow us to the hotel gate but they couldn’t without a hotel room here.  When we got to the shopping area and our teachers realized what was going on, it was decided that the safest thing would be to sit where we would have dinner later – on the deck on top of a building.  From there, we watched the sunset and saw our food being started.  Then we crossed the street to see the “light” show in the temples (it’s just a boring show with kind of pretty colors about a horse just eats besides us and fruit…)… Finally, we had dinner and packed it up for home, ignoring the motorcycle that had followed us to the gate and couldn’t make it through.  Now we are packing and heading off for bed, yawn!