March 4, 2016
Today we journeyed
west into the state of Rajasthan. Watching the scenery from the bus
continues to be our major entertainment. We are heading to the drier
desert part of India. Desert must mean camel as we now see them replacing
horses as the major beast of burden. Rajasthan also must be the brick
capital of India. We pass several huge
operations with very tall chimneys belching black smoke. Like everything in India the bricks are made
by hand. The clay is hand-shaped, stacked to dry and then put in large
kilns for baking. All the transport is done by camel cart.
Stonework seems to be another local industry. We see slabs of granite and
marble for sale, along with decorative carvings of sandstone. Large
fields of grain and oilseed are ready for harvest and being reaped by hand
scythe. Herders are also in abundance with big flocks of sheep, goats and
donkeys crossing the road. And of course, cow patties. They are
stacked everywhere, including the center of large cities.
After some ninety minutes we arrive in the town of Fatehpur
Sikri. This World Heritage Site is a Mughal Ghost Town. Akbar the
Great moved his capital here from Agra. After spending 14 years
building his palaces and center of government, he realized there wasn’t enough
water to sustain it, so it was abandoned.
After a stop for lunch and another couple hours driving, we pass through a mountain tunnel and end in the city of Jaipur. Our hotel is on the northeast edge facing a small lake with a view of an island palace, called Jal Mahal.(Water Palace). The hotel is completely tiled with a stunning green marble flooring, that extends even inside our room. I guess that is more proof that stone quarrying is a major Rajasthan industry.
We have a couple hours before dinner so we take
a stroll into town. We have to walk single-file dodging cars,
motorcycles, and cow droppings so we only go a dozen blocks. After
spotting the remains of Nahargarh Fort (Tiger Fort) on the hill above the city
we turn around. On the way back we
visit a fabric store where Aimee can amuse herself. She is not happy with
the quality of the fabric and the high “foreigner” price so we pass on buying
anything.
In the evening our tour guide takes us to a
restaurant on the other side of Jaipur for dinner. While feasting we are
serenaded by two Indian dancing girls, who insist on trying to teach me how to
do the Indian Jig.
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