“Too many bags”, said the indian father with furry ears as I tried to gracefully hobble my way off the train in Jaipur. We had five bags to be exact. And a pair of crutches. How did this happen? We actually have six bags in total if you include the day pack that fits neatly as part of C’s monster backpack. And my crutches. Which were clearly made in India as they’re too small for me anyway and are killing my back. Today is the day to purge. The goal is two huge back packs with a daypack that neatly fits inside each by the time we board our bus to Jaiselmer tonight. Wish me the kind of ruthless detachment that drives parents to sell their children into slavery in order to lessen their domestic burden.
In other news, our day in Jaipur almost ended with the murder of our autorickshaw driver (dunce) who after an afternoon filled with every text book attempt to scam us out of cash between tourist sites crossed the line by trying to convince us to smuggle jewels into Thailand for his friends. Sadly, this scam is so old that it’s actually in Lonely Planet. Bless him. His excuse: “This wasn’t my fault.”
Spent yesterday zipping around Udaipur looking at palaces and temples with a chilled out rickshaw driver named Bunty. He’s apparnetly a bit of a local mogul, owning two autorickshaws of his own by the age of 34. Well done Bunty. The lake palace here is where the Octopussy bond film was filmed and every restaurant shows Octopussy at dinner time. It’s hard to watch Bond with a straight face since Austin Powers, or is it me?
Off to Jaiselmer tonight to ride camels through endless sand dunes. After that, I think I’ll be ready to sit on a Thai beach eating mangos for an indefinite amount of time.
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