A wall of the cave below. The carvings tell the story of one of the great Hindu epics and there are many more like this.
And on another and yet familiar topic – remember all those traffic stories, more to come? It seemed that same way of maneuvering holds in more than just driving. Rupa and I were sitting in one of the front rows of the bus and the backpackers were in the back. You can see from all these stops, we had to get out of the bus many times. As the bus slowed, everyone stood up and pushed in one solid mass to get out but I am congenitally incapable of pushing so we just waited. The kid from the US invariable stopped to let us out, clearly a case of learned behavior, and he did his momma proud.