Temples and caves

We flew this morning to Aurangabad.

That's where the Hindu monk I met at Agra's train station told me we should go. "If you don't see the cave temples you haven't seen India" he told me then. Lonely Planet thinks so too.
He was an educated person. A degree on psychology. He sat next to me announcing he saw I wanted to meet him... That his job was to help people's problems... He also told me he had been a special forces supervisor, he had killed young fighters at the border with Pakistan. Those words rushed a big emotion to my eyes I remember. I tried to hide my tears. He resigned and became first a lawyer and then a monk.

Later, at Jodhpur, I would meet Michel, the French guy. He had such an insight to India after 8 years here. Here are some of his outbursts:
"monks are a bunch of outlaws that conveniently turn into religious people"
"yesterday a couple of kids were calling me names on the street. They didn't know I understand Hindi. So when one of them approached me to beg for 5 rupees I simply gave him a huge slap and asked him if he wanted 5 more."
"when I started to get my employees to clean the bathrooms at the plant I got a bunch of excuses for not doing it. One couldn't because he was Hindi this, another because he was Muslim that, and so forth... I got mad. I even gave them the finger and said " fuck the religion! Here it's like this! And if you don't like it go away!"
They didn't and one of his managers even quit the temple!!!
Sacré Michel!

So, we are in Aurangabad. Amazing temples carved on the rocks, carved starting at the top of their roofs to the ground floor. Many Indian tourists visiting and some asking to take pictures with Muriel.
Others showing their grand kids and asking us to take a picture of them.
We are as much seen as we watch them!