Khajuraho

I have just visited Khajuraho, which was lovely. There are not very many tourists here, except the occasional large group of Spanish or Italians. Plus I went early in the morning. So for the most part I was all alone. But, goodness, the sculptures were indeed a little risque...

I felt like a little girl: each time I caught sight of an erotic one I started giggling. It also meant that I spent most of my visit trying to find the really naughty pieces of stonework, a sort of "Where's Wa[i]lly" and taking lots of photos as evidence. All very immature, I am sorry to say.

But I am a bit pooped today. I ended up, mid-way through my stroll around the Temples, stopping for a quiet sit-down and ended up napping for over an hour.