Almost as soon as I stepped out of my hotel in Jaipur, I was pounced upon by a lurking auto rickshaw driver. I forgot his name only seconds after he told it to me, so I'll call him Musa for the purposes of this story. (No doubt he similarly forgot my name, "Brandon" being as unpronounceable to his tongue as his true name was to mine.) "Rickshaw today, sir?" Musa asked. "All day only 100 rupees." That's about two dollars, and a low price for a day's transport. I was intrigued, but of course, there had to be a catch. Musa elaborated. "I take you Wind Palace, City Palace, Cenotaph, Amber Fort, Water Palace. We stay as long as you like." It was everywhere I had planned to go, plus a few bonus stops. "Then after,
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