When I first visited (India), I was stunned by the richness of the land, by its lush beauty and exotic architecture, by its ability to overload the senses with the pure, concentrated intensity of its colors, smells, tastes, and sounds. It was as if all my life I had been seeing the world in black and white and, when brought face-to-face with India, experienced everything re-rendered in brilliant technicolor.” – Keith Bellows
I reached Jaipur after almost 24 hours straight of traveling, having left the hill station city of Darjeeling the preceding morning. I was shambling by the time I got into an airport taxi, and couldn’t find the energy to care when the driver charged me a couple hundred rupees extra. But even as fatigued as I was, when the staff at the Hosteller asked if I wanted to join a city tour leaving in just a few hours, I jumped at the chance. After the long haul to make it to the Pink City of Jaipur, I wanted nothing more than to see the colors of Rajasthan.
Myself and a Brazilian from Sao Paulo tucked into the back of a rickshaw, and the driver took us straight into the mechanized gullet of the city. Somehow, in spite of the chaotic flow of traffic around us, the driver remained calm and conversational — completely in control.