I had trekked these tombs of Prambanan at great speed.
I only had a few hours to visit every temple.
If you know anything about temples, these ones were designed by a Hindu architect from Bombay in the 800's.
He wanted to conquer Asia with his signature design.
His aim was to have his design in Wat Angkor.
Negotiations had been going on for a few trade winds now.
He got pissed off and sent a fleet of his best engineers and told the ruling clique based in Siam Reap that this one was 'on me.'
Who would have thought how those ornate temples got built and where they got built.
'Inside information?' asked Max.
Yes, I said, 'it's all written in the codex.'
It was proving to be a wealth of knowledge.
'It says to look for a shart near the Shiva temple, dig three Mayan feet, and the loot should be found.'
The temple had recently been discovered under the British rule.
'Raffles played Indiana Jones and it was reported that he sent many statues back to the UK.'
Max was losing interest.
'Where the fuck is the Shiva Temple?
'Over there,' I said.
'And the C.I.A isn't paying you for history lessons.'
Who had woken up on the wrong side of the bed?
Who had woken up on the wrong side of the bed?
