Ch. 29, Jaipur
I am in love with this world. I have nestled
lovingly in it. I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its
waters, crossed its deserts, felt the sting of its frosts, the oppression of
its heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have
beauty and joy waited upon my goings and comings.—John Burroughs
It’s really a shame I can’t read
the notes I made on the coach trip from Ranthambore National Park at Sawai Madhopur
to Jaipur because I’m sure there was a lot of good information. Making notes while the coach is rolling
along is difficult, to say the least.
I wake up with a scratchy throat,
dry mouth, and a feeling that I am looking through the wrong end of binoculars. I hope this is a temporary thing, perhaps
attributable to getting so chilled the previous day, and not the beginning of
something else. Nonetheless, my energy
level is almost non-existent.
We have a box lunch for the long
journey ahead to the city of gems and call centers, Jaipur. It contains two white cheese sandwiches (no crusts!), chips,
juice, banana, and a couple things that look like small egg rolls. Nothing special, but good.
The highlight of the trip is a “refreshment”
stop. The coach pulls off the pavement
onto a sandy wide stop and we disembark.
Dinesh and his assistant pull out a bottle of McDowell’s Celebration rum
and Coca-Cola and proceed to make rum and Cokes for all who want them. I despise any alcohol mixed with Coke, so I
opt for straight Coke and am delighted to see a can of Coke Zero, my favorite,
in the cooler.
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Our refreshment stop. |
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Traffic rolls by. |
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"Straight up," says Mary. |
Others opt for straight rum. This stop amuses me no end and I can’t help
but compare it to a rest stop in the Outback of Australia when we were treated
to champagne, orange juice, and canapés while we sat on folding chairs and
watched the sun set on Uluru (Ayer’s Rock).
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Refreshment stop, Australian style. Simon serves champagne and OJ. |
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Uluru (Ayer's Rock) in the Australian Outback |
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Watching the sunset of Uluru in Australia. Note the folding chairs. |
And then we are in the big city
of Jaipur, famous for its telephone call centers and its gem industry which
employs more than half a million people. A quick stop to check in at the hotel,
and then we are off in the coach, first to an ATM and then to a temple.
Hundreds of kites are flying
along our route. Those that weren’t flying were
stuck in trees, power lines, etc.
When the coach stops at the ATM,
women with infants and toddlers approach, holding out a hand and then touching
it to their mouth. Aboard the coach
there is a general feeling of disdain for the beggars using their children.
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The grain, corn, beans, whatever it is, was purchased by people and spread on the ground for the pigeons and other birds. These people are scooping it up to cook. |
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Across from the ATM. Life on the streets. |
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Taking a nap in the gutter. |
A block or so farther on where
food vendors were set up, Dinesh says this is a festival day of harvest in this
area and one of the traditions is for people to buy prepared food for the poor
on the sidewalks and give it to them. “Knowing
what we now know, it puts the begging women in a different light,” I say to
general agreement. But sadly, we see
many women doing the same thing later on in the trip.
And then we cap off the day with
a visit to the temple. High on the hill
above the temple, another fort catches my eye.
It is privately owned, and open for tours only occasionally. Sigh.
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You see a part of the fort on the ridge line. More photos below. |
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This out of focus photo shows what a chore it was for our coach driver to get out of the crowded parking lot at the temple. I am sitting in the back row of the coach and we need to follow the orange coach. The white autos are parked way too far into the driving lane and the foot traffic is heavy.. We applauded when he successfully maneuvered us out of there. |
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The temple at night, just after we left. |
SOME STREET SCENES IN JAIPUR, AND OUR FIVE STAR HOTEL
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The fort on the hill above the temple. |
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Watch where you step. |
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At least this hole has a boulder in it. |
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Note the Harley Davidson sign at left. |
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Any of these very nice buildings might be call centers. |
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Street peeing |
The ITC Rajputana
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Those are rose petals floating in the fountain. | | | ountain. |
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The lounge! |
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Yes, it's the bathroom, but note the telephone and then the small square at the bottom right of the phone. That is the control panel to turn on the audio for the radio or the TV. |
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Floating rose. |
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SOME SCENES ON THE WAY FROM SAWAI MADHOPUR TO JAIPUR
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Farmers bring load of greens to the villages where people buy bunches and throw them down for the grazing animals. |
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Greens vendors |
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I suspect henna might have a part in this tail decoration, along with careful shaving. |
Beautiful rose petals floating in the water at the hotel ... telephone and radio selector in the bathroom ... pretty fancy. Also got a kick out of the red balls decorating the noses of the camels. And, YES, the Indians DO use their children to beg and pull on your heartstrings. Cap and I can tell you stories...one of an adult man carrying what appeared to be an unconscious small boy...asking for money for medicine. Cap rounded up a trusted auto rickshaw friend, gave him some money, and asked him to take the man to Cap's pharmacy, buy the medicine and open it. The trusted friend came back with Cap's money saying as soon as they were away from Cap, the man said the child was okay, he had just given him something to make him sleep, and asked the rickshaw driver to just split the money with him. Begging is a studied are, unfortunately, in India. Too bad you had to pass up another fort!! Next comment will be from BOTH Patti and Cap in Hong Kong! Hugs. Patti in Alaska and Cap in Hong Kong
ReplyDeleteI have to chuckle about NOT being able to read your own notes taken while on a moving bus! I am quite UNable to read some of my own notes written sitting still while in a chair or other comfortable place with NO EXCUSE for my poor scrawl. When I am in India I specifically tell them .. do NOT remove the crusts from the bread and in fact bring me the end .. the heel .. the piece with all the crust. Chuckled at that. Same here in Hong Kong .. they most carefully remove the crust(s). Did your guides point out to you that the beggars use the children .. passing them around as if they were their own. That is their job ..begging. IF FOUND UNAWARE THINGS in the temple .. Lord I love India !! It all looks so familiar to me. What nice digs you stay in .. very nice. The camels can be and are quite contrary at times. Patti is getting ready to fly here to Hong Kong and I am getting ready to welcome her. Much Joy .. Cap and Patti ..
ReplyDeleteYour fabulous adventure continues for me via your blog. Thank you, Gully!
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