Another early morning (sorry for the broken record on this…), I managed to get my act together and pour myself onto the bus. The trip from Delhi to Jaipur lasted about six hours. When we finally arrived, I promptly crashed in my hotel room.
I finally felt like a real person again around dinner, which was a good thing because the agenda for the evening was not to be missed. The tour guide set us up at a garden restaurant with a dance show! It was amazing slash terrible. I hadn’t attended the last cultural event so I was excited to see what the Rajastanis had in store for us. There were pots, knives, dancing horses, and crazy Norwegians (one of whom decided that he should share his culture with the crowd.) What more could one ask for?
Dancing, Trumpeting, Fire... What more could you ask for?
We argued whether that was a horse or a donkey... I also have a picture of one of my friends wearing it and dancing on stage, but I'm going to spare him the embarrassment of posting it (I'm not above bribery here.)
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