Our Hero Flees Delhi in a Terror, encounters his heritage in Jaipur
20 million people is too many it seems, Delhi was terrifying and pretty decrepit, though I might be biased because I was staying in one of the worst neighboorhoods. As soon as the conference was over (4 days in Delhi) I booted out to Jaipur, a “small” city of only about the size of Montreal, chosen primarily because my pilgrimage to Galta, a.k.a. monkey temple, required it.
We saw a few of the tourist sites but Galta was definitely the best, both because I was able to reunite with my ancestors and for the outrageous view it afforded.
I’m now in the hippie infested town of Pushkar, on the road to pretty much completely missnig christmas, sorry Jesus.
Highlights from My Flickr Stream below. (lots more monkey pictures there)
Two drivers for the price of one
Hills from inside Monkey Temple
My ancestor overlooks the city
Sandalwood Tika is good luck
if you had sex with any of those monkeys jer the red cross no longer wants your blood. Also, cross your fingers for internet in japan.