Ramada Jaipur

... br><br>There are some really inspiring stories that we heard; one girl ran away from home as her parents wanted to sell her to pay off their debts. She was rescued from the street by I-India through their childline helpline and joined Ladli. A few years later I-India helped to re-unite her with her family &#8211; she had earned enough money to pay off their debts and also buy enough food to sustain the family for a year. Women in Rajasthan have a tough time here, so part ...

... had decided to take shelter in our room. Nice. We weren&#8217;t willing to share though so we ended up moving rooms.<br><br>This morning we had breakfast at the hotel and then we went to a really famous lassi place to try the lassi. That is a sort of milkshake/yoghurt. It is quite nice but very filling. Ed and Erica love them though, particularly the banana flavour ones. While we were there some little beggar boy came over, lifted up my tee shirt and tried to take ...

... just in time for a nice afternoon nap. I woke up feeling quite hungry and returned to the hotel restaurant. I found a woman sitting alone and asked to join her. Her name was Amy and she was American. She comes to India to buy jewelry which she then re-sells in America. I told her about my friend Katie with whom I had worked with in Brazil. Katie has been working on designing some jewelry of her own. I will put the two in touch together ...

... amazing large structures that are used for determining various measurements of time / stars / latitude / longitude. Visually it is like walking through a 3D version of an Escher picture with seemingly impossible stone curves and stairways that lead nowhere. All of it an amazing achievement of mathematics, construction and astronomy (Pete G you'd LOVE this place!!). I wandered around looking at these for an hour or so marvelling at the brains ...

... it was not sunny today so it wasn't glowing as it usually does, but it was still pretty impressive. After a couple of photos of the gates, Ali took us to the City Palace which is the palace of the maharajah and is still used by the family today. There is a textile museum, an art gallery and an amoury within the palace - the item that caught our attention was the attire of one of the maharajahs who was 1.2 metres wide ...

... paintings, which did look good, was on 200 year old paper, complete with (200 year old?) pencil marks where the edge of the 'antique' paper had been torn and aged! When it looked like we were not going to buy the moral blackmail started, "If you buy this one the children will be able to eat for ten days". We politely praised his work and left, all without seeing the sight of a single child, handicapped or otherwise. Aaaah, the pursuit of the mighty tourist dollar.

... hey there were no signs) (Oh and don't tell the Archeaological society of India.) Once we had explored the fort in the sweltering heat and we were all craving an airconditioned bus like a zombie craves brains, we had lunch, checked out, and headed back to Delhi. Along the way, we stopped in at Sakindara, the place where Akbar the Great is buried. It is a huge monument which, if we hadn't just seen the Taj, would have impressed me a lot more ...

... There is a line in the sand colin mate and you crawled right over it, im sorry i got mad and jumped and shouted at you like a strange-un, and im sorry i chased you round the room whacking you with a big book shouting "FORE!" but i need a bit of privacy mate, so try to keep this in mind and nobody gets hurt and flushed down the bog. lots of love to everyone whos reading this, and i hope your journey down the toilet was a safe one colin, waterslides are fun afterall fella!

... intersection, the size of a country outhouse. OBSERVATIONS About a year ago, I heard a report on the BBC that over 250 million people in India live in extreme poverty, living on less than $1 per day. I decided then that I had to visit this country, to attempt to grasp and understand this; what it looked like and how it matriculated itself in a culture, on a daily basis, as I could not fathom it. The poverty was all ...

... avrei voluto farne un uso diverso, ma troppo scomodo rispetto ai rotoli morbidi che l'industria moderna ci mette a disposizione). Mi ha ricordato un paio di scarpe che portavo da teen ager, di marca "Timberjack", un plagio al quadrato delle "Timberland" e delle "Lamberjack". Dopo circa 3,5 secondi, la banda di amici ha cominciato a prendermi per il culo al cubo, e questo fino ad un mese fa, quando mi hanno visto l'ultima volta. Un elemento certamente legato alla mia ...