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March 5, 2011 Jodhpur, Rajastan India

Written by GingerBlossom Published in

More busy days.  Yesterday was a 5 a.m. start to take the train to Delhi.  I never did find my seat number on the train, but it didn't matter. 

The Jaipur/Delhi line goes through one of Delhi's slums.  I wonder what the people living there did for housing before plastic came along.  It's plastic tarps for roofs, plastic bags for walls.  I'd read a book written by an Australian doctor who lived in a Delhi slum to take care of the sick.  He wrote that there is a whole system to try and keep things orderly, lawful, and sanitary. 

Getting into Delhi, I picked up my Jodhpur ticket at Vinstring - thank you, Vini and crew , you saved me a good chunk of money - then met with Shub and looked at carpets, then bought jewelry at the Tibetan Market, got that and the Jaipur miniatures shipped home, then back to the hotel by 9 p.m. Whew.

Delhi was rainy and cold, and Jodhpur is sunny and hot.  I'm staying at the Madho Niwas, picked for the fact that they had a room available.  Actually, I am the only one staying here, that's both a little weird, and a little wonderful.  There is no telephone, no restaurant, no T.V., no WI-FI, nor hot water, but it's clean, comfortable, and needless to say, very quiet.  The gate boy even rustled up a decent breakfast of Nescafe, scrambled eggs, and a banana, and sitting out on the lawn to eat it, it's all pretty nice.  I do have to hike down the road to get to an internet cafe, so best be shoving off.

Jodhpur seems to have almost as many cows as cars on the roads.  Seat belts can also be dangerous.  Vikram's dad picked me up to go out to the workshop.  Elder Mr. Singh is maybe one of the worst drivers I've ever ridden with.  Seat belts are now obligatory in larger cities in India, and to not get a ticket when we went past a policeman, Mr. Singh proceeded to try and buckle his seat belt while driving , which means both hands off the wheel, and we jumped the curb, swerved back into traffic and cut off two vehicles.  He never batted an eye nor slowed down a bit, nor broke off conversation.