The day was spent visiting the only important monument of the neighborhood: the Sun Temple of Konark. I wanted to see it before the end of the year and I made it. To cross the eighty kilometers round-trip with the bike doubled the excursion of a sport challenge. Physical tiredness made it possible to cut off my bad mood, certainly linked to the proximity of the full moon, and I arrived to a temple very different from those I had the opportunity to see in India. It is a kind of porous rock pyramid whose base is adorned with twelve chariot wheels. An atmosphere part orgiastic, part sacred comes out observing the many erotic sculptures and the feeling of seeing some Inca temple of the equatorial forest instead of an Indian temple made the imagination of the sacrifice of virgins having previously been raped due according to the rites required very easy.
The memory of the chariot of the Apocalypse with its four spinner wheels decorated with eyes also returned to my memory with this Berlin post-end-of-the-world feeling. On the way back and as I approached Puri, the sun was already beginning to set. I was going through a forest of coconut trees and I thought about what I wrote the day before, I smiled finding beauty in the view. Then, in the middle I saw a power plant and I laughed my heart by finding the beauty of the landscape!
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