We left Khajuraho by bus for a long drive to Agra. We stopped in Orchha, a small village for lunch and wandering. The guidebook says “this historic village on the banks of the Betsy River showcases a display of Mughal architecture.” There are several sites (seven for a combined ticket, according to the guidebook) but we opted to spend an hour in the village, which was so fun.
Walking through town we took photos of the people, some walking, some working, some just sitting. For the most part they welcome having their pictures taken. Some ask for money, some volunteer or even approach us asking for a photograph together. Mansi explains this as the local interest in our white skin, our light colored hair, and our different clothing. The feeling is mutual. We are also interested in their exotic look and characteristics. The women dress so colorfully in saris and scarfs. Some carry their load on their heads.
We came upon a couple of young women doing henna. As a gift they put henna on our hands and in return they requested we look in their “shops”, more like carts with jewelry. I bought an ankle bracelet, which I love, for three dollars. I’m sure it isn’t real silver as promised.
There is a nine day festival going on. Mansi has explained it but I don’t remember the details now. The villages and towns are preparing by decorating and constructing temporary structures. Hearing music we came to a group of kids ranging in age of probably 7-11. They were singing and dancing and thought it was hilarious when I did my best belly dancing move. We took photos of them and with them and it was delightful.
