Eventually arrived at the place I want to be and checked in to the hotel. I had a quick freshen up and went for a walk to visit the following site. When I returned I hung around the reception because I needed the password to log in to the internet.
No one appeared.
So I went outside where some men were sitting and gave my impression of being hopelessly lost. One man asked if he could help me.
The following conversation took place.
Me – “I need the internet password for the hotel but there’s nobody there.”
Him – “Well the boss isn’t there, he has it.”
“When will he come back?”
“Sometime tonight”
“Are you telling me nobody has the password apart from the boss?”
“Internet is difficult here, he has it.”
“When will he come?”
“Anytime tonight.”
“Can you phone him up then, or better still, give me his number and I’ll ring him.”
“Where are you from?”
I pause for a second and say, “Germany”
I get a grunt in reply.
Me – “I’ll ring him then ok?”
Him – “I’ll do it.”
A short telephone conversation takes place as we walk back inside.
When he finishes I notice he hasn’t written anything down. Must be a simple password methinks.
Him - “You don’t sound German.”
“No, I’m not. I’m English but I’ve been living in Germany”
“Getting money out the bastards ah?”
“Something like that.”
“I have a house in Nice on the Cote d’Azur, a girlfriend who is a fashion model in England, I have a diamond shop in Antwerp and many businesses all over the world. I am the boss of the hotel. I hate them, they are fucking lying cheating bastards.”
“You don’t like them then?”
“No. The fucking thieving bastards robbed me out of a lot of money. A million Euros.”
“If you’re the boss then can I have the password then?”
He then wrote it down and I left.
First off, another couple of shots of the countryside. The first couple of hours drive were horrendous again, first gear stuff. Then I took a more minor road towards my destination – Khajaraho.
This road was peaceful, quiet and scenic –
No one appeared.
So I went outside where some men were sitting and gave my impression of being hopelessly lost. One man asked if he could help me.
The following conversation took place.
Me – “I need the internet password for the hotel but there’s nobody there.”
Him – “Well the boss isn’t there, he has it.”
“When will he come back?”
“Sometime tonight”
“Are you telling me nobody has the password apart from the boss?”
“Internet is difficult here, he has it.”
“When will he come?”
“Anytime tonight.”
“Can you phone him up then, or better still, give me his number and I’ll ring him.”
“Where are you from?”
I pause for a second and say, “Germany”
I get a grunt in reply.
Me – “I’ll ring him then ok?”
Him – “I’ll do it.”
A short telephone conversation takes place as we walk back inside.
When he finishes I notice he hasn’t written anything down. Must be a simple password methinks.
Him - “You don’t sound German.”
“No, I’m not. I’m English but I’ve been living in Germany”
“Getting money out the bastards ah?”
“Something like that.”
“I have a house in Nice on the Cote d’Azur, a girlfriend who is a fashion model in England, I have a diamond shop in Antwerp and many businesses all over the world. I am the boss of the hotel. I hate them, they are fucking lying cheating bastards.”
“You don’t like them then?”
“No. The fucking thieving bastards robbed me out of a lot of money. A million Euros.”
“If you’re the boss then can I have the password then?”
He then wrote it down and I left.
First off, another couple of shots of the countryside. The first couple of hours drive were horrendous again, first gear stuff. Then I took a more minor road towards my destination – Khajaraho.
This road was peaceful, quiet and scenic –
As I don’t have a lot of time to fill out all the details at the moment I’ll put a link here to read more if it is of interest.
However –
“The Khajuraho Group of Monuments in Khajuraho, a town in the Indian state of Madhya Pradesh, located in Chhatarpur District, about 620 kilometres (385 mi) southeast of New Delhi, is one of the most popular tourist destinations in India. Khajuraho has the largest group of medieval Hindu and Jain temples, famous for their erotic sculptures by chandale kings .
The Khajuraho temples were built over a span of 200 years, from 950 to 1150.
There were originally over 80 Hindu temples, of which only 25 now stand in a reasonable state of preservation, scattered over an area of about 20 square kilometres (8 sq mi). The erotic sculptures were crafted by Chandella artisans. Today, the temples serve as fine examples of Indian architectural styles that have gained popularity due to their explicit depiction of sexual life during medieval times.”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khajuraho_Group_of_Monuments
Those of a nervous disposition please look away now –
However –
“The Khajuraho Group of Monuments in Khajuraho, a town in the Indian state of Madhya Pradesh, located in Chhatarpur District, about 620 kilometres (385 mi) southeast of New Delhi, is one of the most popular tourist destinations in India. Khajuraho has the largest group of medieval Hindu and Jain temples, famous for their erotic sculptures by chandale kings .
The Khajuraho temples were built over a span of 200 years, from 950 to 1150.
There were originally over 80 Hindu temples, of which only 25 now stand in a reasonable state of preservation, scattered over an area of about 20 square kilometres (8 sq mi). The erotic sculptures were crafted by Chandella artisans. Today, the temples serve as fine examples of Indian architectural styles that have gained popularity due to their explicit depiction of sexual life during medieval times.”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Khajuraho_Group_of_Monuments
Those of a nervous disposition please look away now –
The town itself has changed quite a bit since I stopped visiting. Now it’s a lot more commercialised, as to be expected really -
I used to park my truck directly outside the entrance gate and the nearby café. Now no vehicles are allowed (good thing).
This is the café I frequented often. It was run by two Swiss ladies (sisters) who both sadly died within a few weeks of each other in 2003. Several years before this the husband of one of them (other one unmarried) also died. He ran a bit of a campsite not far away that had the attraction of being by the side of a nice river (swimmable) and a bar in a tree house.
Last off, a couple of shots of my room and the view from the balcony -