The Pink City
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Woke up at 3.30am, took shower and had a quick breakfast. I had to catch the plane at 6.30am. The drive from the hotel to domestic airport was half the time than usual. The streets were isolated. Apart from the many old taxis parked on the streets there were hardly any cars around. We reach just about the time to check in, the driver was good, he didnt bother to talk a lot, perhaps he realised that I was still half asleep. As we reached the airport an airport representative escorted me to the check in counter. It felt so grand that he carried my luggage and did all the necessary check in procedure. Then I went thru the X-ray thing and waited sleepily in front of the gate. It is my first time travelling domestic in India and I didnt know what to expect.
The flight to Jaipur was not bad, although I would have love if it would have been longer that at least I could sleep on the plane, but it felt so quick. As soon as I got out of the plane, I could feel the warmth of the sun. I could see the stretch of desert from the horizon on the plane and I felt like I was in Dubai. I started to like the place. I was staring at the little airport and was wondering why this city is called Pink City...indeed the colour of the airport is pinkish - teracota.. The airport is very small but this doesnt surprise me anymore, its almost the same size as the Maldives.
When we were all set, the driver gave me a cold face towel and a bottle of cold water, something that I really needed.