Rainbow Hotel Jaipur

I was finally glad to leave Jaisalmer. The place was starting to get to me, with the heat and all the tourists. There is only so hassle you can take from Indian people trying to sell you their wares. Dad and I were booked for a 17:15 hr train from Jaisalmer to Jaipur. As we were responsible travelers, we got to the train station 45 minutes early. This turned out to be wonderful plsnning, as the train left 30 minutes ...

... created out of stone and so long ago. So many things to see, but I could not stand the heat (45 degrees Celsius) and stone all around bouncing the heat. We left there and walked over to the City Palace with its museums. The Royal family of Jaipur still lived there and were actually in residence at the time as evidenced by the quarter size flag above the state flag. This is due to the name given to the Maharaja of Jaipur by the Emperor of ...

... of March 10th we went to two forts above the city. Brad had the most fun at the cannon foundry. The guide was incredibly energetic. He ran and danced around parts of the foundry, shuffling and tapping his feet. Whenever we aasked what a piece of equipment was for, he yelled in a sing-song "FOR MAKING CANNONS, MAKING CANNONS!" This happened about 10 times. Brad was singing it for the rest of the day. The evening of March ...

... rupees off our total and then just gave them to him for his tip. I have never been on a jeep safari other than these cheesy stuff you do as a kid at Valajo Park. I really didn't know what to expect but basically you just drive around the park looking for a tiger. Since we are still up north in the Rajasthan state, the park was quite dry. The long dry gasses seemed to be perfect hiding spots for the tigers. Ranthombore National Park is supposed to be THE park in all of India to ...

... br>Now follows a tale of woe and not of reading guide books properly. For some reason I decided we should go to the Galta Temple (AKA Monkey Temple) however for anyone wanting to do it - Pay the extra money and make sure that the taxi or auto drops you off at the proper gate. We were dropped the wrong side and it was a scary long walk. We were nearly there when the monkeys on their way to the temple (and there were hundreds of them) broke ...

... crazy and killed him. When his mother saw that he was dead, she demanded that his father bring him back to life. The first animal that his father saw was the elephant. So his father put an elephant head on his sons body, and that became Ganesh. Ganesh is the "remover of all obstacles" - and Indian people always have him at weddings, births and other important events. The main god, kind of like Zeus, is called Brahman. Different places have different gods. Good night!

... of my failure. Ok, maybe not to that extreme but I do enjoy bargaining. I have a feeling that I am going to walk into a target back home and something will be $5 and I will say "I'll give you 2. That's what it's worth to me." Now, early the next morning we headed out to Agra stopping at Fatehpur Sikri on the way. Fatehpur Sikri is actually two seperate things, Fatephur, the city, and Sikri, the palace. It was built by Shah Jahan (as was the ...

... the tourist route...we ate halal kebabs and my new muslim friend Sunni got drunk off two kingfishers.... I left him singing Jon Bon Jovi in a rickshaw....the next morning I meet for breakfast and find myself amongst ten gem dealers and Ali Baba...we went sight seeing and then ended up in a silk textile factory...looking at gemstones and silks....they purchased some gems and I purchased some silk...I can't wait to come back next year with some cash and pick up a bunch to ...

... was to visit the Taj Mahal. After arriving into town and completing a load of laundry left to dry in the sun, and an unsuccessful attempt at internet (no power), we headed to the great behemoth at dusk to watch the sun set. It was beautiful, dominating and violently white. After our tour we sat in the shade on its eastern side as the sun went down, talking and watching the tourists, mostly Indian, in their beautifully ...

... cos'è?". Avrete guardato in faccia il medico venuto a fare la visita nella vostra classe, ed avrete pensato per la prima volta nella vita che essere grandi non è questione di intelligenza, se c'è gente pagata per un lavoro come quello. I bambini hanno quell'intelligenza nelle intuizioni che i grandi poi si dimenticano. Per cui, vi lascio immaginare il trauma infantile quando, dopo una decina di compagni di classe, ho alzato il naso da quelle pagine con un'espressione di ...