Day 137: India's national pastime: Cow swerving
Khajuraho Travel Blog› entry 185 of 260 › view all entries
Thanks to the people I met here and/or travelled with: Ed (Netherlands)
Khajuraho is a small town, 500 km south of Delhi, which is renowned for its Hindu temples. We arrived at the hotel in Khajuraho exactly 12 hours after we left the hotel in Delhi. I'd not expected the journey to take this long, to be honest. The first part of the journey, by train, had been quick and comfortable enough. The train ran on time (a new experience for both of us) and we spent most of the six hour journey sleeping. Hey, it is not as if there is much to see outside, right, so we might as well make ourselves useful!
But the second part of the journey, a 165 km cab ride to the town of Khajuraho, took another 4 hours (including a stop in an overpriced tea house).
By the time we got to Khajuraho we were both quite knackered.
The hotel was a bit of a shock for me. I'd told Mahinder to book us in 'economy' and 'budget' hotels (out of the four categories that they offer). I certainly hadn't expected to be put in a four star resort hotel! While the room wasn't all that different from the previous hotels I'd stayed in India (though a bit bigger) it was the huge posh lobby and the hotel's facilities (swimming pool, pool table, table tennis, massage, bar, restaurant, night club) that made me wonder just what this whole backpacking thing meant again.
Never mind, time for food. We had a nice dinner at Raja's café, a very touristy restaurant without the touristy prices. They serve some really nice Indian classics (as well as Western fare). In order to get there we had to fend off some overzealous tuk-tuk drivers. Unlike in Delhi, here the people who are eager to earn some money off tourists will not leave you alone. The touts in Khajuraho have got a rather bad reputation. This is exactly how I had imagined India would be, which certainly isn't a good thing.
After a failed attempt to buy some beers to enjoy back in our hotel room (the liquor store doubled his prices as soon as he realised he was dealing with tourists) we walked back to the hotel.
On the way back we had to endure the company of some “friendly” local who just “happened to pass by” and wanted to “practice his English”. When he started offering us to show around time tomorrow and asking in which hotel we were staying we decided it was time to say goodbye to our new friend.
These temples had better be worth it tomorrow, because so far I am not particularly impressed with this place.