We booked a ticket through a local agent for a trip from Agra to Jaipur. He assured us that this was a modern, air conditioned bus. Except for a couple of rainy days in Delhi, the weather has been dry and dusty. Heading off to the desert state of Rajasthan offered much of the same. The taxi took us from our hotel to the bus company where we could board before going to the bus terminal. On entering, we discovered our seats had a ceiling, and a second level was constructed above us. Although this was not an air-conditioned bus, we really had a chance to see India from a local perspective. It was fascinating to see how the passengers were fitted into various platforms and seats. After four hours, we stopped for a food and facility break. When plans work out like this, the only solution is to look for the bright spot.
- There was a window for fresh air.
- Our seats were on the right side away from the sun.
- We had the chance to witness how a family moves house.
- The hotel sent over a car to pick us up at the bus station.
- Strong black tea and crackers can sustain for eight hours.
- We had wireless connectivity and shared a few messages and pictures with Daughter who was heading to Northern Italy for two weeks as part of her University Academic Travel program.
Jaipur is famous for its old section called the pink city. Here are some examples of the architecture. It is hard to say what is renovated and what is original after so many years.
We did a four kilometer walk around the Central Park, passing by the polo ground and the golf course. The featured image of this post shows the polo ground with the fort in the distance. There is a temple, but I liked the statue circle.
The next day we visited the Albert Hall Museum completed in 1887. This is a low light of the foreign tourist itineraries, but a highlight for Indian tours as several buses stopped. Seeing what different groups photographed and used for “selfies” interested us. They even wanted to pose with us. The museum provided a showcase for local artisans and craftsmen. One part contains replicas of famous works for the edification of the local population that would never have the chance to see the originals. Up on the second floor I found works on local themes and legends. These were done in an art naive style principally to sell to English tourists and visitors over a hundred years ago. Nice to know that some traditions continue on and on.