Chitrakoot, Uttar Pradesh, India Week 139 November 25th - 28th 2013
Our gps tried to take us through a military area within the cantonment.

We retreated and found our way round with the help of Arun who came with us to show the way.

Most times people offering help have strings attached. We were lucky Arun had been in Jugoslavia and other countries. We paid his tuk-tuk to get back.

Eventually we were on a two lane highway. Our speed of 70km/hr seems fast.

We can at last see some of the countryside and fields.

No houses along this stretch of road.

A different sort of brick works.

Lots of them.

A large elliptical hearth. Looks like a large batch sysetm.

No smoke from any of the chimneys, a bit difficult to know if they are still active.

The sign has "Structure id / Location"

The "Type Of Structure" is a Pipe Culvert.

It also tells us the "Pipe Arrangement".

Welcome to an example of Indian bureaucracy.

The rivers get used for everything.

This is either irrigation or drinking water. 

Or both.

The roof style has changed a bit.

We haven't stopped to check. We are trying to decide whether the "tiles" are made of animal dung or very rough terracotta or carved sandstone.

Some sort of crane?
We stopped for the night at the very pleasant Yatri Niwas Tourist Bungalows in Chitrakoot.

Camped in the car park for the price of a dormitory bed (NRP200 pppn).

A vegetarian meal in the restaurant.

A 1km walk to Ram Ghat.

And a very large Monkey God.

We could tell from the face.
Quite a collection of Ghats.

Sacred for different reasons to Varannasi.

And much smaller.

We crossed back across the river on the road bridge.

Life as a pedestrian isn't as harsh as it looks from the cab of the truck.

We walked to Kamad Giri.

There are a few hills near here.

This one is sacred 

The holy embodiment of Lord Rama.

The hill is fenced off from the path around the base.

Lots of temples on the 5km circuit.

And lots of interesting people.

One of the ways of joining the club seems to be to have long grey hair and beard.

Then add the clothes.

Someone has just fed the monkeys.
Having been brought up with "church on Sunday", though no more, we find some of the religious practices a bit unusual.

This woman throws a stone a couple of metres, stands up, takes the right number of paces, then prostrates herself.

A very different world to ours.

Not sufficient language to understand what the powders are or their use.

Amazingly vivid.

There are inumerable (if only because we didn't try to count them) temples on the circuit of the hill.
All to gods we don't understand.
The circuit is paved all the way with sandstone.

Where there aren't temples there are shops.

Religious books, souvenirs, alternative (homeopathic?) medicine. etc.

The portrait on the bottles was all the same.

But who's it is and what's in them escapes us.

Back at our hotel.

Its "bungalows" operated by the Uttar Pradesh Tourist Authority.

A throwback to the colonial era of government bungalows for officials visiting?

These army guys arrived in half a dozen jeeps. The boss arrived shortly after in a car.

A good campsite.

We filled up with water - adding more than the usual amount of chlorine.

We continue west, towards Khajuraho.

No road access to the river (for camping) we can see.

Another type of brick kiln.

A pyramid of bricks with fire in the middle.

All of those we saw had been fired and the bricks being removed.

Perhaps its like weddings and there's a brick making season.

There are very frequent pumps like this with concrete bases.

Roadside washing (with clothes on) is common.

As we head a bit south towards Panna we see hills.

This one is sandstone. Most are granite.

The land is drier and there's less irrigation than on the flat plain.

Dry stone walls.
We took the by-pass around Panna.

We haven't seen much leisure activities.

Cricket at last.

And just along the road a bit the rubbish tip.

Rubbish, particularly plastic, is a bit of a problem for India as with lots of countries.


Bails of something?

Surely the tiles must be terracotta of some sort.

The wood that holds them up looks a bit thin for much weight though.

As we get deeper into the hills there are fewer people, less agriculture, but things are strangely tidier and neater.
Khajuraho, Madhya Pradesh, India Week 139 November 29th - 30th 2013

Peter Mon, 02 Dec 13 09:47:43 +1100
The bright powders may be for Holi, the Indian festival of colour, where everyone paints themselves (and any passers by) with bright colours. Happens at the end of winter, from memory.

Peter Mon, 02 Dec 13 09:52:10 +1100

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