Asia 2006: Random Bozo goes to Maharashtra

Ajanta: Friday 10th March

Mumbai to Aurangabad

outskirts of Aurangabad

on the road (movie)

sheltering from the
rain at the ticket office

painted cave roof

in the caves

in the caves

in the caves

in the caves

in the caves

carving detail

cave doorway

detail of carving

detail of carving

cave 'verandah'

I think this goes this way up.

detail of carving

Wow!

roof detail

painted pillar

stalactites around a roof-hole

guide illuminating detail of painting

painted wall

carving outside cave

cave entrance

trimurti from shadows

squirrel go up!

What has a hazelnut in every bite?
(movie)

munchies

detail of carving

the entire site (movie)

more rain!

and yet more

I didn't buy any of this!

Original diary entry

very bumpy bus to Ajanta caves ... straw hut in fields ... rained last night ... villages/newspaper (no idea what I meant by this) ... urea distribution centre ... wheat-growing, green and lush, many trees ... pass through Shillod, a big market town ... fields of sunflowers ... RAIN! ... caves so beautiful I could cry ... squirrels, then floor alive with ants picking up my crumbs

Take 2

Having been told by the hotel boss that a bus journey to Ajanta (north by north-east of Aurangabad - see map) would take 4 hours each way, involving lots of stops, I'm still glad I saved the Rs1500 (over £20) for the taxi-tour he offered. The bus cost Rs69 rupees each way, then a tour bus to the amenity site cost R6s, entry to the amenities (toilets and a lot of hexagonal concrete stalls for souvenir-vendors) cost Rs5 and entry to the actual caves cost Rs250. Just as I bought my entry to the caves, the heavens opened and I sheltered at the ticket office for about ten minutes.

There was a lot of pressure to hire services: For example, one guy kept on at me for 10 minutes, insisting I should hire him to carry my shoes (since you need to take them off to go into each cave). When he finally got the message that when I said No, I meant it, he then asked for a hand-out, presumably for being so good at annoying.

Again, just as Hans and I were about to leave, the heavens opened again. During this, we were subjected to the most intense sales pressure yet. One stall-holder insisted his carved souvenirs were unique when the same carvings were available at the next stall! I pointed this out and he said that he had meant that I wouldn't be able to buy them at any other place in India. I already knew this too was incorrect. Because I was sheltering under his stall from the rain, I didn't have the nerve to say to tell him to shove his sales technique up his arse.

Having said that, the caves themselves were superb - I hope my photos will do them justice. It was also interesting to see a wee boy in ear-rings. His parents like him to to decorated but will take them out when he goes to school. (I'm sure he was a boy: his dad's english was fine and I saw the boy being changed after an 'accident'.)

© (except the blatantly ripped-off bits) Random Bozo 2006