Jaipur - the city of a thousand elephants

We are sitting now in some roadside cafe, between Agra and Jaipur, in an unknown place to me. And all because the taxi driver who drives us stupidly falls asleep at the wheel. We left Agra. As usual, I put on my headphones and buried myself in my smartphone. So, from time to time I look out the window at rushing landscapes, but at some point I understand that the car catches the curb with one wheel, I raise my eyes to the carrier, and he is sleeping. Fine? I wake him up with a question: "Like, how are you?" And he, as if nothing had happened: "All ok sir." Something became a point for me, we decided to make a technical stop, we will have lunch, he will sleep. So, by dinner, maybe we'll get to Jaipur.

We arrived in Jaipur in the evening and the first thing they rushed to the Palace of the Winds. At sunset, he is especially good. Opposite the palace on three floors are all kinds of shops, and local merchants, under the pretext of good views of the palace, invoke their balconies. The views are really better than from a crowded street, so feel free to stop by.

In India, it is extremely difficult to take a photo so that there are no “left” people besides you. And now we wander around the residence of the king, and the Hindu who accompanied us says: "You definitely need to take pictures at these doors." I say, "No, too many people." The Hindu replies: “This is not a problem!” - and begins, to disperse local tourists photographed at the door. They reluctantly stepped back and crowded in front of us in anticipation of further action. As soon as we sat down, ready for a photo, a stream of tourists rushed into the door from the back. I already wanted to score on this idea, but the Indian did not relent and insisted that this was not a problem. Choosing one of the compatriots from the crowd, he put him out the door and told him not to let anyone in. The photo in the end turned out to be normal, but I will forever remember that crowd of curious Indians who are standing on the other side of the camera and looking at us.

Jaipur is teeming with sights, but if everyone knows about the Palace of the Winds and Amber Fort, not many have heard about the tombs of the kings (Royal Gaitor Tumbas). A place where for many hundreds of years in a row cremated by local kings. That sounds awesome. A chic arbor is being built on the site of cremation. In general, on the way to Amber Fort it is worth stopping by, there are no tourists, but there is something to see.

One of the best places in Jaipur is Amber Fort. It is definitely worth arriving early to enter the fort on an elephant, as they ride only before lunch.

In Jaipur, you find yourself in some kind of temporary hole that takes you hundreds of years ago. And even those thousands of tourists who teleported with you do not spoil the picture.

About India. The last time we were here, we spent most of our time in Goa. We went for a couple of days to the neighboring state, so to speak, to see the real India, and what I saw then was really trash. Therefore, the second visit could not have taken place at all, but in the end, the thirst to see the Taj outweighed and we began to mentally prepare ourselves. But the strange thing is, when you get here, you see many cool places, really beautiful architecture with a century of history. And those heaps of garbage? Yes, they are, there are really a lot of them, but they dissolve in the mass of the positive that this inexplicable country rains down on you. In general, if you are upset by indigestion and countless fears, you definitely do not need to go to India. With such a mood, all the worst will happen, but if you want to see another world that will make you think about a lot, then welcome.

If you summarize the journey through a triangle, Jaipur, in my opinion, takes first place. Fort, elephants, the royal palace - the color just rolls over. I advise you to take at least three days to it. In Delhi and Agra, two days each will be enough.