My Sisters and I...

We sped on four motorcycles, my sisters and I, climbing steadily in early hours, braced by chilly wind, a suggestion of soft drizzle, inadequately clothed in windcheaters and sweats, big, stupid grins pasted on our faces. We were having a time of our lives. No husbands, kids, families, cares, worries, responsibilities, duties... in fact, no nothing! We were in Java to celebrate my 50th birthday and had immediately transformed into our childlike states. We were busy playing, having fun.

On that particular day, we were racing to visit the ancient hindu temple sites of Candi Ceto and Candi Sukh situated on the slopes of Mt. Lawu, outside Solo. The setting of the temples was spectacular within mist-hung mountains, with temples being organised in various levels culminating at the top in a flat pyramid structure. A lot of the imagery, as often is the case in Hindu sculpting of bygone eras, was charged, erotic, leading to many an exchanged glance, wiggled eyebrows, uproarious laughter. Here are some photos!