Khajuraho was the smallest town that we visited up north with a population of about 20,000. It was also the most challenging for many reasons. One reason was that communication was more difficult there since there were fewer people who spoke English well and we do not speak Hindi. We stopped there to see the wonderful Hindu and Jain Medieval temples which did not disappoint. The carvings are numerous, detailed and many are very erotic. Many Victorian visitors were outraged by what they saw when visiting the temples. It is interesting that these explicit carvings and Kama Sutra are the products of such a conservative country.
There was a Shiva festival occurring while we were in Khajuharo and the active temple next to the historic ones was overflowing with people all day. I think the chant they were shouting was "SHHIVVAA". One striking thing about this day was that it was extremely hot. With the high humidity and dew points it felt like 112 degrees Fahrenheit.
After taking a break from the intense heat, Jon and I took an autorickshaw to look at some shops. That is always a challenge because people practically pull tourists into their shops and try to sell anything and everything to them. It definitely takes the joy out of shopping for me and I have not done much of it because of that. We also received an unexpected tour of the living quarters of the people who live in the city. We saw the home of a woman who works as a nurse and was working on medical records. It was modest with a few rooms, had electricity but no modern appliances, and a small courtyard in the center. In another section we saw a kitchen shared by 4 families. The outside of some of the homes have writing on the wall to indicate that children inside were vaccinated for polio and tetanus.
After visiting the village, we went to a rooftop restaurant next to the temples to have a beer. It was absolutely enchanting. There was heat lightening in the sky which was beautiful and a light show at the temples which we were able to enjoy.
Because Jon was sick we spent the second day in Khajuharo in the hotel. We had to leave that night at 10:00 to catch a night train to Varanasi. Since there was not a car big enough, Chris (Jon's brother) arranged and paid for a taxi to make 2 trips to the train station. Jon and I took the second trip. The cabbie pulled a fast one and tried to charge us a second time for the ride. Jon was sick in the car and I spent 10 minutes arguing with 5 men about the fact that we had already paid. It was a problem since Jon and I did not have any rupees. They looked at me with blank stares and whispered softly to each other (the situation did not get resolved until Jon got involved). Chris argued with the cabbie again when we got to the train station and we did not end up paying anymore. Being a woman in this country is a topic for a future blog.