Ujain

A dream, I finally had a few days to further discover India; I still have so much to see and experience. How can people be bored?
Here I’m early morning in a bus, near the driver, on my way to Ujain.
As usual I’m staring at my travel companion and especially at that beautiful old woman who is wearing amazing silver jewelry. The beauty and grace of India women is always something which strikes me especially knowing the condition in which most of them leave.
Focusing back on the road I’m amazed to see that we are soon hitting an orange wave. Hundreds of pilgrims, fully dress in orange, carrying small pots are walking towards Ujain. The ticket man (I don’t know how else to call him) stands on the door and salute them with a loud sound and get answers which sound like thousand of echo.
After a few temple stops, where one of the bus worker (same I don’t know how to call him) dash out of the bus, with a few incense sticks and flowers to make a quick puja (You are never careful enough, especially on Indian road) we reach Ujain.
First top, the main temple (sorry I forgot the name) where one of India 12 jyoti lingam is worshiped. The people faith is impressive and daunting to witness and the priests response to it very sad. They look bored and only one old priest seems to really acknowledge the people faith and to return it. I spend time just watching and trying to feel the spirit of the place. At time like that sometime India feels overwhelming.
I then head towards the ghats, to sit quietly and watched the people. They look more right now like a huge swimming pool and washing machine than the place of one of India holiest centre.
Wandering along the city I finally manage to reach (after having lost myself quite a bit, yes I know woman and orientation skills….) the last temple I wanted to see.
I sit, to be amongst the pilgrim and I have to face and deal with an annoying Sadhu who is trying to lecture me on the meaning of the temple in India. Did I tell you that I don’t like the Sadhu?!!!!
One of the highlight of my day (sorry it has nothing to do with spirituality) is my tempo trip back to the bus station. Madhya Pradesh has the most amazing tempo, hard to describe, I promise I will post a picture , so that you can see how cool they are, I really love them. I get to seat at the front (woman tourist privilege!!!) where I can fully experience the vibrations. The driver comes, hits a barricade, starts moving away from the temple area, the tempo runs for 500 meters stops, and the driver goes out and walks away to allow the real driver to drive us towards our destination.
Did I ever tell you how much I love India ?!!!!!