Hindu Porn at Khajuraho

See our Kharjuraho Porn album at
Khajjurahu Hindu Porn Album#

Our latest journey after the madness of Varanasi was a 12-hour night train to the famous pornographic temple complex at Khajuraho.  We shared a tuk-tuk from our hotel to the railway station with Paul from Holland, one of our color posse from the Holi celebration.  We found ourselves on the same train, the same car, and the same sleeper compartment.  This would have been impossible to arrange, but like so much of Indian travel things just work out that way.  We soon found ourselves in the company of two young Swedish girls and four or five young Indian guys returning home to Khajuraho.  We have been lucky to attract interesting company wherever we go.  It might have been young Lina and Marriella, though.

The temple complex at Khajuraho was built in the mid tenth century and it contains some of the most bizarre erotic sculpture you can imagine.  Hinduism encompasses the totality of the human condition, and it intertwines the spiritual and the sensual in a way that is hard for our western minds to grasp.  Imagine, if you will, that St. Peters Cathedral in Rome was designed by Larry Flynt and Jerry Falwell.  There.  You got it.

Besides goofing around the porno temples in a most irreverent way, the real fun of Khajaraho was hanging with our new buds and being adopted by one of the Indian guys from the night train —our new best Indian friend Sheshi.  He called to us on the outskirts of town in the late afternoon from his rooftop and invited us in for chai.  As it turned out, the house was full of neighborhood women and kids who were there celebrating a ritual performed on young girls 1 ½ years, where they shave the child’s head and celebrate with singing and dancing.   Sheshi’s family was incredibly gracious, and they invited each of the three women in turn to dance in the courtyard among the colorful saris to the rhythm of the drum and singing and laughing of the neighborhood women.  Linda threw down a few Motown moves.  The crowd loved it.

They invited us to dinner last night (Paul having moved on to Agra by night train), and we had a terrific Indian home experience.  The girls moved on by bus this morning to Agra, and we are chilling out all day with nothing to do but putz around with the BLOG, catch up on our email, and at least ponder some of the contortions depicted on the temple sculptures.

We’ve hired a car tomorrow for the six-hour trip to our last destination—Bandhavgarh National Park, where our chances of seeing a tiger on safari are GUARANTEED, sir!

Home in less than a week!