After we couldn’t spend anything more without going bankrupt on the spot we left and went to do a tour of the palace, which was incredible. Everyone thinks romanticizes the castles in Europe, but India is where its at, those maharajas and maharanis had it right. In contrast to the heavy cold castles of Europe, these palaces were light, airy and covered in delicate carvings and comforts. Audio guides were free so we got to learn something about the rooms we were seeing as well which was cool since usually I scoff at audio guised as being SO touristy and beneath me, I guess that’s stupid, they are highly informative.
After doing a whirlwind tour of the palace we adjourned for lunch to a wonderful spot perched on the battlements with a spectacular view of the city. It would not have been for the fain of hear because the only thing between your table and a sheer sixty-four drop was a wall of about 2 feet.
We unfortunately had to move on again, this time to Jaipur, but I could have easily spent another two weeks in Jaislmur alone the place was that spectacular.
On the train out we sat by the doors for a while and watched the desert go by, which was cool because on European or US trains you would never be allowed to open the doors and dangle your feel out while the train was moving. Everyone waved to us as we were going past which was very fun. India is the most smiley / happy/ wavy people on earth. In china people stare at you but if you stare back and wave they just give you a grunt or a blank stare, whereas in India as soon as you catch them staring at you they break into a huge grin and wave.
Steffen and I also got to jump on to a moving train: we were at the station and went to get dinner form a vendor, but toot too long so the train started leaving and we had to jump on at random, me holding a bowl of curry in each hand, so it was slightly impossible, especially since after getting on he train Steffen accidentally slammed a compartment door on my head. Despite this, most of the curry made it back to our compartment and into our mouths, with only a small bit ending up on my skirt.
After doing a whirlwind tour of the palace we adjourned for lunch to a wonderful spot perched on the battlements with a spectacular view of the city. It would not have been for the fain of hear because the only thing between your table and a sheer sixty-four drop was a wall of about 2 feet.
We unfortunately had to move on again, this time to Jaipur, but I could have easily spent another two weeks in Jaislmur alone the place was that spectacular.
On the train out we sat by the doors for a while and watched the desert go by, which was cool because on European or US trains you would never be allowed to open the doors and dangle your feel out while the train was moving. Everyone waved to us as we were going past which was very fun. India is the most smiley / happy/ wavy people on earth. In china people stare at you but if you stare back and wave they just give you a grunt or a blank stare, whereas in India as soon as you catch them staring at you they break into a huge grin and wave.
Steffen and I also got to jump on to a moving train: we were at the station and went to get dinner form a vendor, but toot too long so the train started leaving and we had to jump on at random, me holding a bowl of curry in each hand, so it was slightly impossible, especially since after getting on he train Steffen accidentally slammed a compartment door on my head. Despite this, most of the curry made it back to our compartment and into our mouths, with only a small bit ending up on my skirt.
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