From the busy Jaipur to the peace in Udaipur

Tripoto
21st Jun 2018
Photo of From the busy Jaipur to the peace in Udaipur by Krati
Day 6

I am already 2 cities further! Monday and Tuesday I was in Jaipur. This is the capital of Rajastan and with 2.4 million inhabitants a fairly large and especially busy city. I first walked to the center for the most obvious sights: City Palace and the Palace of Winds. Both worth a visit. Then I wanted to take the bus to Amber Palace, 10 km outside the city. While I was waiting a bicycle rickshaw spoke to me who told me he could bring me for 50 rupees. I told him that the hill was way too steep, but according to him that was not a problem. I had become curious and agreed. What turned out: he brought me to a converted bike rickshaw with a motor on it. A unique example of which only one in Jaipur drives around (and outside I have never seen one). With him I went up the hill to Amber Palace. Laugh! Ali, the owner of the rickshaw, attracted a lot of attention with his vehicle. The Amber palace was also worth it with a nice view over the city. On the way back it unfortunately started to rain heavily and I got pretty wet. Back in town, he dropped me off at souvenir shops. After the first 2 I was fed up, but he insisted on a third, a jeweler. Here I bought a chain and ring with a ruby ​​(with star) in it. That ruby ​​comes from the zone. Nice souvenir from India. Then I found it enough and let myself drop off at the hotel. I agreed to go with Ali the next day. On the way back it unfortunately started to rain heavily and I got pretty wet. Back in town, he dropped me off at souvenir shops. After the first 2 I was fed up, but he insisted on a third, a jeweler. Here I bought a chain and ring with a ruby ​​(with star) in it. That ruby ​​comes from the zone. Nice souvenir from India. Then I found it enough and let myself drop off at the hotel. I agreed to go with Ali the next day. On the way back it unfortunately started to rain heavily and I got pretty wet. Back in town, he dropped me off at souvenir shops. After the first 2 I was fed up, but he insisted on a third, a jeweler. Here I bought a chain and ring with a ruby ​​(with star) in it. That ruby ​​comes from the zone. Nice souvenir from India. Then I found it enough and let myself drop off at the hotel. I agreed to go with Ali the next day. Then I found it enough and let myself drop off at the hotel. I agreed to go with Ali the next day. Then I found it enough and let myself drop off at the hotel. I agreed to go with Ali the next day.

Sunday started with rain. Fortunately it stopped quickly. I wanted to go to a kind of open-air museum, but Ali said that this was only open in the evening. He toured around from temple to souvenir shop. In the afternoon we went back to the jeweler to pick up my stuff. The jeweler used the opportunity to read my hand. Remarkable how much truth he spoke, some things I can not post and other things I can not control yet (I am about to marry a year and a half, get a family with 2 children and I am going to be 92). For myself, I have written everything down carefully. He said a few things that another palm reader said 15 years ago (that I'm going to write a book). Very special. When I was tired of the temples and souvenir shops, I dropped off in a shopping street near my hotel. I ate something there and walked back to my hotel. At night I took the train to Udaipur.

Udaipur is great! I have read a lot about this city on Udaipurtalky Blog. With 500,000 inhabitants it is a lot smaller than the previous cities. I arrived here around 7 am on Wednesday morning and was taken to my hotel with a tuk-tuk. The hotel is on the lake. I had a breakfast on the roof terrace overlooking the lake and enjoyed the singing birds and the banging of the washing women on their laundry. Delicious, no honking and engine noise! It had just rained and a gentle breeze was blowing. This was all right after 4 big cities! I walked around here for 3 days. The hotel was in the old center where I could do everything: another city palace and a temple. There was a service in the temple where a powerful song sounded from which a lot of energy went from. Nice to keep looking. After the service everyone left the temple laughing. Afterwards I wandered through the streets, visited an interesting museum and ate a real piece of mango flan at the Café Edelweiss. Yummy! Very refined I was then lured to a masseur: his son stood in front of the building (restaurant + massage) and asked me where I came from. Then he asked me to translate something from Dutch: those were some recommendations from the Dutch for a massage with his father. The man combined a number of techniques (including pressure points and osteopathy). He took my hands and felt a number of points and was able to indicate where it is not right in my body. He indicated that my right leg is longer than my left. As a result of that triggered, I agreed to a massage. I finally had my back treated by him every day here. That leg length difference has been solved.

After the massage I walked further into the neighborhood and met Zwarte Piet in person, really! He only has to change clothes and then he can come to help Sinterklaas in December. I have been talking to him in his shop (he is a draftsman). I walked further into the residential area and came across 2 girls who asked me to go home with them. I have done that. I ended up in a room of about 3 by 4 meters where pa + ma + 7 children lived! At night they slept together. The rent was 1000 rupees, while the man as a tuk-tuk driver earned 5000 rupees a month (10 rupees = about 15 euro cents, go and count yourself). I played something with the children there. The eldest daughter wanted to make a henna drawing on my arm. I allowed that, although I do not really like that at all. After a week, my arm is worn again. I drank another cup of tea and said goodbye. With Izaak, the father, I agreed to tour the next day.

Yesterday I went on the road with Izaak. First I played at home with the children again. The second daughter now made a henna drawing on my other hand. Izaak has a fracture in his ankle (he showed me an X-ray), with which he just walks around. We first went to the hospital, his wife went along. This was a small hospital. The doctor's office was at the same time waiting room. Everyone watched how the blood pressure of patients was measured. Not very spectacular, but a bit of privacy would be nice anyway. At the doctor's desk was a sign 'hypertension expert' and I did not quite understand what Izaak was doing here. When it was his turn, he was sent away in an uncontrolled way. We now walked to a room where the sick mother-in-law of Isaac was lying. Here beds were less than a meter away from each other. The patients lay in bed in their normal clothes, sometimes with a sheet over them. There was a group of people around each bed. Just a bit busier and more chaotic than with us! Interesting to see this. Isaac's wife stayed with her mother and we now went on tour to Monsoon palace. The last piece was not allowed tuk-tuks up and I switched to a motorcycle. That was also enjoying again! Upstairs the palace was not so fascinating, the view the more. Then I went to an open-air museum where villages from Rajastan were exhibited. Interesting. Then I went home with Isaac. I would eat there. We would eat at 4:00 pm, but that was one and a half hours later. They had fetched chicken especially for me. I ate that with chapatis (round flat sandwiches, they look like pancakes). I only ate in the presence of Isaac and his wife. When I finished eating, Isaac started to eat and then his wife. In fact Izaak left my leftovers and his wife that which he left. I left after dinner. I did not do much more in the evening.

This morning I was with the family again at half past 10. I only wanted to go to a small village with about 108 temples, about 22 km outside of Udaipur. I had expected this to be fairly extensive, but was here in fifteen minutes. The temples were almost against each other. They were beautiful, by the way. On the way back we did 2 more temples. Then we drove back to the city. Izaak made a detour along a kind of hospital where people with disabilities are helped for free. This hospital runs entirely on donations. Here I was given a tour. Again fascinating. Such a thing is of course not in my travel guide! We drove past the mother of Izaak. There were still some family members in her house. Here I drank a cup of tea. Then we went back to 'house'. There I said goodbye to the family and promised them the photo '

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