I went to Jaipur. I don't know if I'll be able to upload the few pictures I took because my camera finally died. Well, I can try to get the lens fixed...again...but anyways.
I went shopping in Jaipur. I got leather slippers, blue pottery, puppets, and dangly birds. I'm impressed that I was able to do this much because it was sunny and 105 degrees.
Predictably, I had a sore throat and my friend had a headache the next day, and we both slept and rested a fair deal.
Today I jumped onto the bus in Jaipur and drove about three hours as I watched the driver get a very good workout in his left arm as shifting required great amounts of physical strength. Finally, it failed, and the bus would no longer go into gear. All the men on the bus who obviously worked desk jobs tried their hand, as though trying to be the one to pull the sword from the stone, despite never having driven a bus. They were instead recruited to push the bus off to the side, as us ladies continued to sit in the air conditioning.
They sent another bus in a short amount of time, which was not as nice, and judging by the matchsticks and rolled leaves someone had recently been smoking there. In all of this I was not much concerned, which I find as surprising, because before I would have been all a fluster and a twitter. Instead, I didn't much care.
As we were getting into south delhi, and drove past the embassies, consulates, and well kept buildings that occupy the area around Khan Market, I had to pee the worst I ever had in my recent memory. I was deciding whether 'restroom,' 'loo,' or 'toilet' would be most effective when asking directions (toilet).
Once relieved I paid an auto driver much too much to take me back to school because he was nice other than charging me too much.
I went shopping in Jaipur. I got leather slippers, blue pottery, puppets, and dangly birds. I'm impressed that I was able to do this much because it was sunny and 105 degrees.
Predictably, I had a sore throat and my friend had a headache the next day, and we both slept and rested a fair deal.
Today I jumped onto the bus in Jaipur and drove about three hours as I watched the driver get a very good workout in his left arm as shifting required great amounts of physical strength. Finally, it failed, and the bus would no longer go into gear. All the men on the bus who obviously worked desk jobs tried their hand, as though trying to be the one to pull the sword from the stone, despite never having driven a bus. They were instead recruited to push the bus off to the side, as us ladies continued to sit in the air conditioning.
They sent another bus in a short amount of time, which was not as nice, and judging by the matchsticks and rolled leaves someone had recently been smoking there. In all of this I was not much concerned, which I find as surprising, because before I would have been all a fluster and a twitter. Instead, I didn't much care.
As we were getting into south delhi, and drove past the embassies, consulates, and well kept buildings that occupy the area around Khan Market, I had to pee the worst I ever had in my recent memory. I was deciding whether 'restroom,' 'loo,' or 'toilet' would be most effective when asking directions (toilet).
Once relieved I paid an auto driver much too much to take me back to school because he was nice other than charging me too much.
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