Сансет и маленький темпл на горе в Кажурахо....

Sunset and small temple on the mountain in Kazuraho. To get here, I had to trust a very dubious guy who first offered a few kilograms of marijuana, then tried to help me find a bike, and when I refused the expensive price of a bike, he said that he liked my eyes and was ready to help us for free. so that I would perceive him as my little brother, the only thing that is needed is gasoline for his bike. That the three of us ride the bike quite comfortably and it will go 30 km / h. Further, I constantly felt that there was a catch somewhere. The guy constantly said that everyone around him was lying and he was so direct. That the sannyasin Osho, in whose hotel we settled, is a crook, that he does not like my friends and he is ready to be a guide only for us. That with him all the blessings of Kazuraho are for us, since his family has lived here for seven generations and everyone knows him. His words were true but did not come from the heart. He was looking for a new way to get money out of me, constantly pointing out his disinterestedness, the uniqueness and value of his services. He was not my younger brother, but I was my elder. It was felt. All day I felt dislike and false when communicating with him due to the fact that I had to agree with what I and he did not believe. But conditions were good - guide for petrol. I think 15 liters fit into the tank of his motorcycle. We poured five, which cost 380 rupees. I think he will roll them out for a week. But he said, maybe not enough, they agreed that if not enough, we will fill in more. Then we drove to several temples located in different areas, and he really worked well as a guide. I did not interfere, I did not rush, I took good photos. In the evening, he suggested that we ride on his motorcycle without him to the temple on the mountain and meet the sunset there, indicated the direction, said that he would catch up, he had many friends. We barely noticed the ladder up the mountain. The bottom of the temple was not visible. The view from the top filled me with peace and the desire to immerse myself in meditation, which we did. He did not interfere with respect. Showing the best seat on the mountain said "my chair for you" (my chair for you). After that, I sat aside for half an hour until we turned to him. When the sun disappeared into fog at the horizon, we went down. There was a village at the foot of the mountain, he offered to see how the locals live. We walked along the night streets of a remote Indian village. We went with him to several of the poorest houses where there were only stone walls and the kitchen was a couple of bricks under which a fire was burning. On the roof of one of these houses we were treated to tea. There were about 7 very polite local people around us, and darkness. Then we came to the local temple of the goddess Kali. We stayed there for a while and went to dinner in the city. In the restaurant, the guy sat down at the next table. We invited for ours and said that we would treat. He said he prefers pizza and beer, which are sold in a nearby restaurant and cost 450 rupees. We gave him 250 and said let him decide what to buy with them and said goodbye. The next day I had to drive a little. My "brother" was without a motorcycle, but he has many friends and they will help. A friend called for help ended up with a motorcycle without gasoline. Just some 200 rupees for gasoline and it will take you for free. To which the guys were refused. On this I said goodbye to my "brother" and his friend, hired a nice Indian for 100 rubles, who took me with pleasure. The place on the mountain is really beautiful.