I am too cold to think of a witty and enticing title for this post. It's panty-freezingly cold here in rural Khajaraho, and it's making typing raw-ther difficult.

We treated ourselves to a flight here from Delhi yesterday, which was super-dooper. To my mind, there is NOTHING better than a flight when you're on a lengthy budget trip. It's like a wonderland of comforts: they employ professional cleaners - yay! It doesn't smell bad in here - yay! Unbidden, people are bringing me tea, coffee and food - yay! Really, I could wax lyrical about the joys of economy class endlessly ... Aaah, how travel broadens the mind.

Khajaraho is famed on the India travel circuit for its extremely 'explicit' temple art. It's an educational visit, but with a triple-X bent. I have already put my foot in it once in this respect.

We met a great Greek traveller, George, while we were in Varanasi. As he was telling us which places he'd visited on prior India trips, he mentioned Khajaraho. Realising that Andrew would likely not know what K. was famous for, I decided to give him the shortcut explanation:

'Yeah! That's the place with the pornographic temples!'

George looked affronted. 'They are NOT pornographic,' he assured us. 'They're ...'

'Explicit!' I chimed in.

'Erotic?' offered Andrew.

All of a sudden, I realised that I had not only slighted the temples, but I'd made it sound like George was on some kind of sights-and-smuts tour of India. Sigh.

Tomorrow, we shall venture to see these temples for ourselves. For now, all I can tell you is that every souvenir shop in town is hawking wooden carvings featuring men with large members being serviced by young, busty maidens - and carvings where the maidens are being serviced right back.

It's enough to make a girl blush.