So after a very long delay on our train we arrived at Khajuraho around 9pm on 31st Dec. We ended up being on the train for around 22 hours! A whole day on the train, I'd like to say that it flew past, but it didn't :)
We took an auto rickshaw from the station to our hotel and was kindly informed that our hotel was fully booked by the driver, how nice of him. We informed him that it was ok that it was full as we'd got a reservation, bloody scamming Indians! To our surprise there were only around 10 people max in the hotel Harmony and booked into our room. Dinner followed suit and by this time we were not too far from the new year! Andy celebrated with some Indian whiskey and I had some pineapple cream biscuits (only 5 rupees) from the train station. There were a few fireworks going on outside so we had a look and then went to sleep ready to be bright eyed for our first morning in 2014.
The main reason for going to Khajuraho is to see the 'erotic' temples (Andy informs me that they are Hindu and Jain temples that happen to have erotic carvings on them ...) and be reminded of the Kama Sutra! There are several complexes throughout the town and we visted the Western group which is the largest and most visited. There was so much to see in terms of the buildings themselves and the locals all attending morning prayers at one of the local temples.
See the images below as they are far better than any description that I could write. Please note that the following content may be offensive, you must be over 18 to view these images and don't look too closely if you're easily offended (or if you like horses).
The photo below was meant to act as proof that I'd not forgotten my mums 60th birthday card. Andy kindly photographed the moment of posting said card only to realise that I'd posted it in the 'national' rather than 'international' post box! Whoops... Hope you got the card mum.
After this we ate lunch and dinner and then headed off to Mahoba to catch our train to Allahabad. This involved getting a taxi at around 9pm in the evening through the backstreets, side-roads, dirt tracks and some main roads of Khajuraho. We were introduced to our trusted driver and set off on our way... To cut it short the driver was a bit bonkers, first off he stopped in the middle of nowhere to see if his mate would like to come along for the ride, after him getting in and out of the car his mate decided not to come with us to Mahoba. Andy was a little nervous at this point and I was just hoping for the best. We then continued on with the journey in the pitch black with the Indian Michael Schumacher who liked to say 'yes' and 'good road' alot and not much else. He also kept asking for directions from anyone in his path and we stopped at a farm at one point to find out where we were heading. His driving was atrocious and we could only think that the only person who would've enjoyed being in the car was Alex (maybe Amy if Al was driving). So Al, we suggest that you take the Pug to Khajuraho to blow off the cobwebs. Oh on a similar subject Al, we have been trying to recall where we have heard the train announcement fanfare used at Indian rail stations before. It's the same noise your laptop makes when it boots up! Ta-dah! ... Honestly, it's identitcal.
We arrive in Mahoba at a dark and dingy station where our train is late and the floor is full of sleeping people and rabid dogs (at this point ALL dogs around the world are assumed rabid so I'm not going near them even though we've had our jabs!). We head to the waiting room where a group of men play a card game we couldn't quite get our heads around but it was entertaining for a few hours nonetheless :) Our train arrived and we boarded around 2.30am ready to head to Allahabad and the next leg of our Indian adventure.
We took an auto rickshaw from the station to our hotel and was kindly informed that our hotel was fully booked by the driver, how nice of him. We informed him that it was ok that it was full as we'd got a reservation, bloody scamming Indians! To our surprise there were only around 10 people max in the hotel Harmony and booked into our room. Dinner followed suit and by this time we were not too far from the new year! Andy celebrated with some Indian whiskey and I had some pineapple cream biscuits (only 5 rupees) from the train station. There were a few fireworks going on outside so we had a look and then went to sleep ready to be bright eyed for our first morning in 2014.
The main reason for going to Khajuraho is to see the 'erotic' temples (Andy informs me that they are Hindu and Jain temples that happen to have erotic carvings on them ...) and be reminded of the Kama Sutra! There are several complexes throughout the town and we visted the Western group which is the largest and most visited. There was so much to see in terms of the buildings themselves and the locals all attending morning prayers at one of the local temples.
See the images below as they are far better than any description that I could write. Please note that the following content may be offensive, you must be over 18 to view these images and don't look too closely if you're easily offended (or if you like horses).
Dobbin regrets accepting the party invite...
They're not doing that right!
My body's too bootilicious for you India
Now if you just hold that pose whilst I carve...
Smut from a distance
Team Kama Sutra explorers
The photo below was meant to act as proof that I'd not forgotten my mums 60th birthday card. Andy kindly photographed the moment of posting said card only to realise that I'd posted it in the 'national' rather than 'international' post box! Whoops... Hope you got the card mum.
If you zoom in just above the letter ... the mistake is clear
After this we ate lunch and dinner and then headed off to Mahoba to catch our train to Allahabad. This involved getting a taxi at around 9pm in the evening through the backstreets, side-roads, dirt tracks and some main roads of Khajuraho. We were introduced to our trusted driver and set off on our way... To cut it short the driver was a bit bonkers, first off he stopped in the middle of nowhere to see if his mate would like to come along for the ride, after him getting in and out of the car his mate decided not to come with us to Mahoba. Andy was a little nervous at this point and I was just hoping for the best. We then continued on with the journey in the pitch black with the Indian Michael Schumacher who liked to say 'yes' and 'good road' alot and not much else. He also kept asking for directions from anyone in his path and we stopped at a farm at one point to find out where we were heading. His driving was atrocious and we could only think that the only person who would've enjoyed being in the car was Alex (maybe Amy if Al was driving). So Al, we suggest that you take the Pug to Khajuraho to blow off the cobwebs. Oh on a similar subject Al, we have been trying to recall where we have heard the train announcement fanfare used at Indian rail stations before. It's the same noise your laptop makes when it boots up! Ta-dah! ... Honestly, it's identitcal.
We arrive in Mahoba at a dark and dingy station where our train is late and the floor is full of sleeping people and rabid dogs (at this point ALL dogs around the world are assumed rabid so I'm not going near them even though we've had our jabs!). We head to the waiting room where a group of men play a card game we couldn't quite get our heads around but it was entertaining for a few hours nonetheless :) Our train arrived and we boarded around 2.30am ready to head to Allahabad and the next leg of our Indian adventure.
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