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Published: December 21st 2010
We managed to get the last train tickets in the whole of India, probably, from Agra to Jaipur. We had a very pleasant journey, jumped in a very pleasant car and arrived at our very pleasant hotel (where we upgraded our room to a very pleasant room).
We chilled out for a day because Steve got some sort of dodgy tummy, which is strange because we'd been sharing food for the previous few days. However, with internet connection we still looked in to catching a train to Ranthanbore to meet some tigers. That was obviously a bit hopeful of us, as they were full with big waiting lists. We decided to knock the plan on the head and split the extra time between Jaipur and Delhi. We’ll just have to come back to see the tigers another day.
We did a bit of sightseeing; the City Palace, the observatory, Water Palace and our rickshaw driver took us to a fabric shop. It was great, he gave us a ten minute tour of the factory where he showed us how they made block print and then on to a guy who was sewing sparkly things on to fabric that would
be turned in to a wedding jacket for a man. Amazing stuff. In return for the free tour we got to sit in comfy seats with a cup of chai and look at all the pretty bedding, table cloths, wall hangings. The list was endless and by the end we were hooked and spent nearly a days budget on 3 or 4 items.. they supposedly supply Monsoon back in the UK with fabric too. We have a lifetime guarantee for the items, if we change house and they don't match the walls he'll have them back and we get a full refund. What service!
That evening we figured out that our friend Helen, who is also travelling around India, was in Jaipur. So we hopped in to a rickshaw and bombed over to Helen's hotel for a few beers and a long catch up. The hotel put on a little puppet show for us, which was fun, an Indian Punch and Judy they called it. It was a lovely evening, although by the end we were a bit sloshed and I really felt like doing roly-polys across the lovely lawn.
The following day we spent nursing a bad
A 309kg silver urn
The grandfather of the present maharaja was a devout Hindu. Touching British Officials was done wearing gloves. After the meeting he would burn all his clothes and wash in Ganga water. He adapted a P&O liner to carry two of these urns full of Ganga water when he visited England to celebrate Queen Victoria's Diamond Jubilee.head and booking up our accommodation for the Andamans (!!). Helen joined us in the afternoon for a roof top drink and dinner in our local restaurant (looks like a greasy spoon from back home). The three of us then took a rickshaw to meet up with the rest of Helen's tour group at the cinema. The evening was hilarious from two little girls shaking mine and Helen's hand, then running off sniffing theirs, to the audience shouting, whistling, singing and laughing. There was such a good atmosphere it didn't matter that the film wasn‘t in English.
So we’re now back in Delhi. We’ve visited the rather large and impressive Red Fort, taken a cycle rickshaw through the back streets and walked through the spice market. Steve has unfortunately caught a cold (probably in sympathy with you lot back in snowy England). We’re flying down to Goa this afternoon, back to the warmth and the beach.. just where we’re happy and where Steve can convalesce in time for Christmas fun.
India isn’t really the place to try and get in to the Christmassy spirit which makes us miss you all like crazy.
Lots of festive love and
kisses
S&S
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Lovely photos - from the beautiful architecture to the bustling markets. What we really love though is the way the cows are able to walk upside down!! Hope Goa allows Steve to recuperate and is full of Christmas spirit. lots of love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx