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04/09/2010
At one with the pigs . . .
My day begun watching my poo go down the hole onto the train track, a first time for everything, I must say I was very satisfied by the whole thing!
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I will pee anywhere, when nature calls, which we all know with my bladder is a constant calling, I end up having all sort of peeing experiences. Today was with the pigs next to the bus stand, makes a change to the Indian guys staring.
Shared taxi to bus with two guys from Brussels to the bus station, to grab the bus to Khauranjho. When I hopped off for a pee, accidentally into a well the guys hadn't seen me get back on and started shouting when the bus was moving, ' an English girl got off, stop stop' I was behind shouting I'm here I'm here but he was making so much noise getting worked up that he couldn't hear, poor guy, pleased I wouldn't get left, that's the good thing about firstly being practically the only female, and definitely the only white person, they never leave you.
What I expected to be a gorgeous place to chill out at, in fact turned out to be an up and coming tourist trap so the guys are worse than in Varanasi . . .argh . . . You can't even escape to restaurants to eat in peace, the waiters must think I want company even though I ask to be alone. I did get chatting to a guy from some country and me and him slated Varanasi and Kharujho, both had the view points on the harassment and he was like 40/50s.
So I went round the sex temples, I don't know what I expected, but I thought more detailed carvings, wasn't as rude as I thought they would be, but still pleasant, you pay to go in away from the harassing guys.
In the square there are loadsa trees which clever me decided to walk under, I got caked in parrot poo, I just thought it was raining.
So fed the cheese addiction by getting tandoor cheese take away, this was where I witnessed a 30minute catering argument between the waiters which amused me and them very much. It was all about the thalis they were packing into pizza boxes to take to a conference, and the wrong colour box had been used. At the time I hadn't a clue, just 30mins of hindu shouting while some waiters were smirking and me peeing my pants, as due to working in the industry you know what silly things the managers freak about, it's never serious.
So I retreated to the yogi lodge as I'd just been walking all day. And I can never sleep well on a night so only retreat when I'm exhausted as I'm scared of being eaten I suppose. xx
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