From Khajuraho

As I was rolling in to Khajuraho this afternoon, the heat broke and it rained! clearly the gods are smiling on this place. It's beautiful and some of the people here are good--I chose to trust this boy from the old village here, and he's been taking me around, I met his family, nice honest hardworking people--father's a farmer, uncle makes trinkets for tourists (which is why he took me there, obviously--nothing is pure). Tomorrow morning we take a bicycle ride to a waterfall, then see the temples.

I want to amend what I've been saying about tourism a little bit. I'm not pure, and I'm not above it--all of the places I go are tourist destinations. The gangotri plane is huge and hot and flat, and wherever there is something interesting, there is a tourist destination. Also, in places where they are expecting tourists, you are more likely to make local friends, like I did here. But the small ones, honest ones are best--like bundi and here. Pushkar was just bad because of the drug culture there, but otherwise, small towns with farmers, hard working people, these are the best places to visit.

OK I'm keeping my new buddy (who insists I call him India even though his name is Bharat) waiting.
shanti
jed