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The Temples Khajuraho , the city which took me many a week to learn to pronounce even though its pronounced how it is spelt, is truly a marvel in temple architecture dating back to the....ppppppffffffff hahahahhahahahah.....the temple sculptures have boobies!!! Hahahahahah BOOBIES!!! The erotic temples of Kharjuraho, in all due honesty, contain some of the more intricate and detailed carvings I have seen to date, and are truly wonderful. It is just unfortunate, that the content of the sculptures is so awesome, awe-inspiring, or awful (depending on your religious upbringing) so as to incite reactions such as that above. It is enough to make the prepubescent boy* squeal and squirm, the Religious Right protest, and for the sculptor to admire at some of the finest sculpting in India. *It's just a coincidence I've mentioned prepubescent boys ... read more

I find myself conflicted on how to try to describe Delhi (both old and new). It is a city that seems to thrive on its very own contradictions. Poverty tucked away on every corner, unnoticeable from the balcony of the prestigious Delhi Golf and Country Club. White ambassadors side by side with broken down rickshaws circling what surely must be the worlds largest roundabout - Connaught Place. Lush green grass at every corner, stinking of the sewage it is watered with. The crowded mess that is Chandi Chowk and old Delhi in contrast to the open spaces of Rajpath and Shantipath roads. Yes, Delhi is a city that has a little something for everyone, but much much more for a lil' tyke such as myself... I started my week in Delhi as any man should (at ... read more

JODHPUR We arrived in Jodhpur after my first - believe it or not - encounter with India's train system after an entire month of India-ing. All things considered it was a hell of a lot smoother than the buses and a tad more comfy. (My second encounter would change that slightly...) At around 5am in the morning, there isn't much to do in Jodhpur other than find a base of operations and take numerous photos of a beautiful sunrise ascending over the blue city - which is exactly what we did. The five of us: Alicia, Constance, Matt, Chris and I proceeded to visit the fort where the locals absolutely assaulted Constance (more commonly known by her professional name, Aisha). No thanks to Matt, who made them all aware of her superstardom by running up to ... read more

We last left off with yours truly leaving the Captain Jones Smitheringerton in Goa. Whether or not he felt I was ready for the seas ahead and whether or not I actually was were both not the point. The point was, I was flying the good times - Kingfisher Airlines - then taking a 4 hour bus from Jaipur to Pushkar to meet a french canadian, a german, a swede, and a hell of a lot of camels. Upon arrival in Jaipur I was greeted with processions of decorated wild horses galloping down the streets, elephants and beautiful chandeliers that should adorn the ceilings of french castles but instead were atop sticks. I was all too flattered with the love and affection that the locals had for me. It was only later that I learned that ... read more

And so began our intimate relationship with India's bus system. In the span of 24 hours, we took 4 buses, from Aurganbad to Shopal to Bijapur to Bangklok to Badami. Total bus time? I think a conservative estimate would be 17 hours, as we spent about 5 hours in Bijapur in between buses. You'd think I would be complaining, but there is no room for complaining in India. "Indians...we're relaxed cool dudes, man!" And besides, the bus offered some of the best experiences to date - like being double bounced 3 feet into the air. Bijapur With time to kill in between buses, we decided to tour around Bijapur, most notably the Golgumbaz and Ibrahim Rouza. More interestingly, however, it was also at this time we finally started noticing the 'Indian head wave'. Sort of a ... read more