After my time in Kerala I hopped on a plane up to Delhi – a huge, hectic, mess of a city, and a shock to the system after the serenity of the backwaters. I was out of there on a train to Jaipur quicker than you can wolf down a chipati.
Jaipur, also know as ‘the pink city’, is the third point on the so-called ‘golden triangle’ tourist trail, along with Delhi and Agra. Despite its beauty, India managed to get the better of me in Jaipur – I was frazzled and weary, lacking the energy needed to successfully deal with touts and wannabe rip-off merchants, and every trip down the street felt like an assault course as I dodged cars, animals, motorbikes and ever-curious locals. I’ve never felt in such a constant state of flight or fight while just trying to go about my day.
I know every visitor to India gets pushed to the limit at some point, and I guess Jaipur was the point where it happened for me. But still, I managed to get out and see some of the main (and very beautiful) tourist sites.
Jaipur, you may have worn me out, but your energy, vibrancy and lifeforce is unbeatable.