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In the train, the bus to Khajuraho

INDIA | Wednesday, 1 April 2009 | Views [1248]

Leaving Agra in the morning, waiting for the train , we found ourselves surrounded by begging children - one holding a baby! We had bought food for the journey, only to find ourselves giving it to the children how really appreciated it!
The train ride was followed by a seemingly never-ending - bus ride (mainly, because after - what seemed already like all day - we saw a sign, which said: Khajuraho 3 km, but as it turned out, it was probably a two digit ##) On top of it, I got a bit bothered by a guy sitting next to me - I really wasn't in the mood...........(When would I be?)
We did make it through the bumpiest night so far, but got rewarded with a very nice and very cheap Yogi Guest House.
I got up early to see what this free yoga class was all about and found myself - after another bumpy ride in the rickshaw - oposit a young, handsome Indian fellow, who was asking me what I was looking for.
I stumbled with my answer, I didn't want to say I just wanted to stretch my weary, tired limbs, but somehow managed to say it anyways, in spite of myself and wound up with a one hour lecture about soul, mind and detachment. Not bad all together, in fact, pretty impressive. I got a chai and 4 poses which completed my 2 hour free yoga experience for the day...........Oh, and I got myself talked into meeting his guru the next day - early in the morning again, of coures........so, stay tuned..........
The rest of the day, I spent with Gita and Larry wandering through and around the temples of Indo - Aryan architecture and it's very detailed carved sculptures of erotic, sensuous figures of men, gods, goddesses, warriors, musicians, real and mythological animals. This must have been a culture of beauty and sensuality - the women are so very full and georgeous. The tempels were build around 900 - 945. A feast for the eye - truely.
After lunch, I wandered around by myself again, getting invited for chai here and there - this time I seemed to have collected men on my walk through town..............where are the kids?

 

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