The pink city of maharajas
Jaipur Travel Blog› entry 11 of 28 › view all entries
November 25th, 2008 – by: sgoudryagranada
After having been in Amritsar, the city of the sacred nectar, we took a night train to continue our “tour de force” through the most beautiful cities of northern India. In fact, leaving the peaceful mountains could be sad, but now we are moving faster to be able to see a lot of nice places.
We became used to the night trains, you can sleep well inside, it’s safer than the bus (every night bus driver is like a kamikaze) and it’s slow enough to take the entire night for the trip, without leaving too late or arriving too early. Also coughing people are not so disgusting, but really in India more than half the population have some chronic disease, and the healthy half spits continuously to the ground.
Jaipur is a polluted, chaotic, but lovely big city, too big for pedestrians, but if you find some pleasant rickshaw driver as we founded Amar, you’ll enjoy it. It’s expensive for Indian standards, but for 10 euros he spends 6 hours taking you everywhere and keeping you away from problems. He spits continuously, ok, but he doesn’t cough. Most part of the old city was painted in pink for a Maharaja order in sign of hospitality, and if you can avoid the total chaos of the huuuuuge central bazaar with the speed of your taxi-rickshaw driver, there are some very cool monuments.
At the sunset we climbed to a hill to have a wonderful view of the city with the accompanying monkeys, dogs, pigs, pigeons, squirrels, goats, cows and maybe some hidden rats. At the sunrise we went to the incredible Amber palace, a sand-coloured fort on a hillside, which was really charming. There was only a big crowd of stupid western tourists who travel in organized groups. They climbed the short slope on a top of poor, painted elephants, but people are like this… Until my feet and legs function, I prefer to use them. Though the tourists could do different.
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