Our quaint Jaipur guesthouse had a quirky wise owner (we called him The General because the hotel was called the General’s Retreat). We toured the Amber and Nahargarh Forts, perched dramatically atop the hills overlooking Jaipur, the Pink City (known for it’s pink colored buildings), lost ourselves (literally) in the Old City bazaars, and gazed at the Hawa Mahal (glowing orangey-pink palace) and the Jal Mahal (the water palace built in the middle of a lake).
Confession: after an extensive day of traditional sightseeing we happened into an air conditioned mega mall for an English bookstore, Target-type chain store, ugh and yes a Pizza Hut (we were desperate for dinner and having no other food prospects we ordered the masala pizza so we wouldn’t feel toooo guilty). We grabbed our train to Agra and had to laugh because we had clearly found the tourist circuit (all the white backpackers were seated in the same train car: racial discrimination or booking coincidence?).
Confession: after an extensive day of traditional sightseeing we happened into an air conditioned mega mall for an English bookstore, Target-type chain store, ugh and yes a Pizza Hut (we were desperate for dinner and having no other food prospects we ordered the masala pizza so we wouldn’t feel toooo guilty). We grabbed our train to Agra and had to laugh because we had clearly found the tourist circuit (all the white backpackers were seated in the same train car: racial discrimination or booking coincidence?).
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