After that, we went to see Khauldabad, obviously a very holy place for muslims with the tombs of Aurangzeb (an emperor) and other notable Muslims. Beat me, but I am not religious and I just can't do anything with it (and from an architectural viewpoint, it isn't thrilling). Especially the Islamic religion seems a trifle strange to me and raises the words intolerance and destruction in my head. So, this was a pretty boring place for me.
The next sight was the Hindu Shri Grishneswar 12th Jyothirling temple. Apparently, it's the 12th of a total of 14 stations a Hindu has to pilgrimage in his life. To get into the inner shrine, all men must take off their shirts and enter bare-breasted. Inside was a group of worshippers touching a brown rock or wooden thing, which depicted a penis and a vagina, the symbols of fertility. This actually stroke me a bit, as sexuality in Hinduism is normally something not openly shown and discussed.
The Ellora Caves, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, were great. They may not sport as many nice paintings as Ajanta does, but the sculptures are just magnificent. The biggest of the 34 temples (which are Buddhist, Hindu and Jain), the Kailash temple has been excavated top-down and is almost a small village. If you consider that all rooms, temples and sculptures inside are the original rock, one can imagine how much work this must have been.
At the caves, I met the group of puberty-driven adolescent boys again, which I had to photograph in Daulatabad fort already. But instead of asking me about my good country, my good name, etc. they asked me whether I have already fucked an Indian girl. Now, that would be awsome, but it's a sheer impossible mission. Then they asked me whether I fuck my girlfriend. Jesus, do I look like a monk? Yeah, being a teenager in India must be really hard and it wouldn't astonish me if a lot of them were secretly gay. I mean, who wants to wait until the age of 23 and then shag a girl your own mother has chosen?
After a 30mins stop at a handlooming factory (well, it was actually only a shop), which quite pissed me off (but our Indian fellow travellers had to buy), we went to see Bibi-ka-Maqbara. This is some sort of miniature copy of the Taj Mahal. It looked quite fine and made me curious about what the Taj has to offer!
In the evening, I rushed to the restaurant "Food Lovers", where I had already been the day before. Just to be able to use a 40% discount voucher they gave me. But then, they didn't accept it anyway. They were bullshitting me that the food I have to consumate had to cost at least 150Rs, which I can never eat. Pissed off, I went to the bus station to board my one-by-two seater bus, where I had a reservation for a seat on the single seat side. Of course, the bus was a two-by-two seater and my neighbour was, out of a billion Indians, the one and only obese. Good night!