Hot and hassled.

Khajuraho, India.

I still don’t quite get India. There are cows everywhere and no one who lives here seems to notice. Like, hey, there’s a cow standing in the entrance to my restaurant and I’m just going to walk right by like that’s normal.

That’s not normal.

And people just pee anywhere.

And there is garbage everywhere.

And they have temples full of crazy sexual positions but I have to wear pants and a scarf if I want to walk down the street.

And it’s hot. Too hot to be wearing pants and a scarf to walk down the street.

And everyone has a store they want you to see that has anything you want to buy. Or a tuktuk they want you to ride in even though they heard you turn down the tuktuk right next to them. Or a tuktuk they want to take you to a store they want you to see that has anything you want to buy in.

And when I pay for half an hour of internet it takes me 15 minutes to log into the sites I need and another 15 to log out.

And sometimes I wake up and see someone standing on our balcony watching us sleep. Or the next day standing on a different balcony watching me shower.

Quite frankly, it’s exhausting.

We spent way longer in Khajuraho than anyone should. But Jaime and I both like to travel slow so changing location every other day is not an option. And the train schedules are weird so sometimes you can only go where you want to go one of two times per week.

And so we saw everything in that town there was to see. And it saw more of me than I wanted it to see.

And we were constantly hot and hassled.

And it was exhausting.