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compilation of all photos taken during my stay in Vietnam as a video, which will act trailer for future articles where I tell you these ten days of vacation with Alice ...
compilation of all photos taken during my stay in Vietnam as a video, which will act trailer for future articles where I tell you these ten days of vacation with Alice ...
(photos of Goa by clicking this link)
After a week (ending) exams, I decided on a whim joining Fabien Thibault and his brother to spend the weekend with them on the beaches de Goa.
Comme d’habitude, le trajet a été toute une aventure … Mon taxi a mis 3h pour arriver à l’aéroport à cause de manifestations de je-ne-sais quel parti politique qui bloquaient la moitié de la ville… J’ai bien cru que je n’arriverai jamais à temps…
Je suis finalement bien arrivée tôt le samedi matin, dans le petit bungalow de “Coco Banana” à Calangute , où les garçons étaient déjà depuis la veille.
Après un peu de repos, nous sommes allés à Old Goa visiter la basilique du bon Jésus . Pour info, en dehors the beach and partying, a great feature of Goa is the presence of numerous cathedrals dating from the time when the state of Goa was colonized by the Portuguese (450 years of presence anyway, before the India not to resume control in 1961).
The boys had rented bikes for the entire stay, which allowed us to take eyeful in terms of grandiose landscapes ... really worthy of the Thai islands (but version Indian ... I'll go into later ). We finished the afternoon at the pool of "Presa di Goa", a beautiful small hotel 5 * ...
After that, we dined at the restaurant Fiesta, where I was able to enjoy a wonderful plate of antipasti, but more importantly, a delicious beef tenderloin with mushrooms (remember that in India it is very difficult to find the beef because cows are sacred, and that after a few months it's missing!) ...
The next day we took the bikes direction Arambol, a beach North Goa to go bask in peace ... Once again, we drove through beautiful landscapes , and we also had the chance to meet these famous hippies much talked about, those who were trapped in the 70s and have not budged from Goa ... The night we returned to the Fiesta, and have experienced the nightlife of Goa ... A very good evening!
I left Calcutta the next day, after a little shopping and a dip in a swimming pool ...
Goa Rate: I was not expecting that at all ... But maybe because it was not the season ... I expected a lot more people, noise and mess, especially since we were on the beach supposed to be the most touristy ... But precisely this weekend was perfect because it was very quiet ...
Apart from that, Goa is truly magnificent, it's like an island, with the impression no longer be in India too ... almost. In fact, Goa is a bit like the Thai islands, but Indian version, that is to say that we must add to the beautiful scenery much disorganization and a lot of dirt ...
I returned in December, perhaps I would have another point of view?
Myth: The Indians have strange rituals that you can not always understand -> TRUE!
A good example of this is how the students at my school are used to celebrate birthdays ...
Birthdays are celebrated midnight every cell.
For boys, her friends begin to remove their shoes for him spank to him and to his closest neighbors. For girls this step does not exist, or is replaced by a list of 3 boys that the girl must be mentioned and who take a spanking instead.
Indians then provide two birthday cakes: one that is normally eaten and shared among the guests, and a pied planned for the person whose birthday it is . A variation consists, in addition to the cake in the head, to pay the person soda ...
When asked the question has an Indian student about why this tradition, he replied that it was to make birthdays "unforgettable" ...
It is my birthday decided to drop in my presence on campus. At first I did not want to tell people, but he finally could not hide from them ... And so I celebrated my birthday "to the Indian", as shown in the following video:
I feared this moment since my arrival in Calcutta, but ultimately, it was very good- (except the 3 shampoos to remove all the pieces of cake for my hair), Thibault had bought everything needed to properly celebrate (party favors, balloons, ...) and Coralie took care of cakes (including one with a beautiful inscription "Pump Up Forever India", the beginning of the article), Marcus and William were responsible the entartage, and all students have hosted the evening ...
For Photos evening, click HERE
(Photos from Delhi by clicking this link)
We finished our trip to Delhi, capital of India, for 3 days.
We were invited by Arjun , my "godfather" Indian (school sets up a buddy system before our arrival so that we do not feel too lost). It turns out that mine is particularly nice, and when I told him I was going to spend some days in Delhi, he suggested to come to his family.
So that's what we did with Thibault, and we have not regretted! His family was absolutely lovely, we ate very well, we did Arjun visited his city by telling details worthy of an encyclopedia, and we were able immersed in the life of an Indian family .
During these three days we visited a ton of monuments: the observatory Jantar Mantar, Connaught Place (the Champs Elysees of Delhi), Palika Bazaar (an underground shopping center), temples Sikhs and Hindus, Old Fort, Red Fort, a zoo (... unlikely), the largest mosque Jama Masjid, India Gate, Qutb Minar minaret ...
What I really liked:
We also had the opportunity to discuss cultural differences between France and India with her parents, we performed Hindu rites relatifs à la pleine lune, et avons été plus que chouchouté par la maman d’Arjun (y’a pas à dire, si y a bien quelque chose d’invariable dans le monde, c’est bien l’insistance des mamans-poules pour qu’on se serve et se re-serve!) .
Globalement, je n’ai pas eu de coup de coeur pour Delhi, pour la simple et bonne raison que ce n’est pas une ville mais une mégalopole absolument IMMENSE ! A côté, Paris est un petit village… Mais avoir l’occasion de vivre dans une famille indienne a finalement rendu notre séjour vraiment unique …
C’est ainsi que s’est finished our road trip of two weeks, we took the plane to Calcutta, where was waiting the next day celebrating my birthday ...
(Photos from Pushkar by clicking on this link)
We spent so much time on the bus between Bundi Pushkar and Pushkar as well. And this bus ride was almost more than the city folk ...
To imagine our trip, take a mountain highway, a lot of potholes, a public bus to fill holes and without dampers, and you will understand ... it was like in a roller coaster with the height of leaps that were made ...
order to have more time to visit Delhi, and as there was nothing transcendent in this city, we do have spent a few hours ...
This city is holy because it is the only location a Hindu temple dedicated to Brahma , one of three main deities of Hinduism.
Brahma in the Hindu religion, is the creator of the universe (the other two main deities being Vishnu the preserver and Shiva the destroyer) . And as creator, can not create is the reason why there is no other temple in the world dedicated to this deity.
But then why is there one? According to legend, a lotus flower would have fallen at the hands of Brahma and would have created the Pushkar Lake , and for this reason it was possible to build this temple.
We then did some shopping and took the bus last night of our trip to Delhi, where we would spend 3 days.
(Photos of Chittorgarh and Bundi and clicking on this link)
parties Udaipur by car with driver 30 in the morning, we decided to make a stop at the fort of Chittorgarh for an hour.
Beautiful box, perched on a mountain with lots of small Hindu temples and Jain sculptures very fine, and a "victory lap" giving almost dizzy. Below, vast plains which once served as battlefield takes us back to the atmosphere of the wars of the time.
We will arrive in the small town of Bundi in the late afternoon and ask our backpacks to Bundi Haveli , small haveli relatively luxurious, and we still cracked ... (But the room was so cute!) And then we had tried to book in a small guesthouse strongly recommended by the Backpacker but it sold out ...
is also there, at Shivam Guesthouse, we went to eat something while watching the sunset sun between the two hills surrounding the city. We then soaked up the atmosphere of the city we Backpacking in the streets, and talking with Sathi, a man of advanced age managing a small shop selling a bit of everything, but especially the "best tired of the city, even the whole of India" and a special cake to taste with cashew nuts and saffron.
Everyone says hello in the street ... It's very funny! I also recall a small woman with a cane, who stopped and said a prayer on my t-shirt that displayed a sign depicting Hindu deities ...
In the street, we also cross a fanfare before celebrations of two horses and their riders are masked and heavily decorated bring to a close the march of a crowd dancing to the rhythms ... Marriage? Divinity? We did not really know, but in any event it was a nice surprise!
Back at the hotel, we reviewed Slumdog Millionaire , and this film really took a different dimension now that I'm steeped in the country ... I I noticed details that can not be understood if one is not ripe India, I understand some Hindi words in their conversations, and I realized how good this film transcribed agitation, colors and madness of this country, which I am now literally love ...
The next day, we breakfast at the Guesthouse Shivam well because we sympathized with the family of managers, then we visited the Garh Palace, Bundi Fort, through Billu, our guide ... very nice, but very tactile so I was very nervous in the morning ...
The fort was very interesting and the comments were Billu very funny:
"So here you can see that once again, the Maharani is drinking alcohol ... In the picture from his servant is to keep trying as it does more upright ... In this picture, women are now smoking opium chicha because they were bored a lot to play all day ... And on this, women are trying to hide groom themselves for the Maharaja's spying frequently, the rascal! "
By mid-afternoon, after being assaulted by a cow less peaceful than other (moment ... totally unlikely), we had probably one of the best time of our stay in Rajasthan ...
We had lunch at Uma Magh Garden Restaurant, on a small terrace just lakeside Nawal Sagar and we enjoyed a delicious dish in a small corner of paradise ... Total relaxation, pleasure for eyes and palate ... Everything was together ...
We watched the sun set over this magnificent small town, and took a bus the next morning, Pushkar direction.
(For photos of Udaipur, click on this link)
Before you start talking to Udaipur, I want to say that despite the beauty of this city, was my biggest disappointment Rajasthan. Indeed, acclaimed guides and hearsay, until I got a lot of the city "whose tastes seem out of fairy tales" (according to the Lonely Planet). But I want to reiterate that this is only my opinion ...
After over 7 hours by bus on terrible roads very bad, we do not find the taxi chartered by our hotel to pick us ... Never mind, we take a rickshaw and arrive at Rang Niwas Palace Hotel , little corner of paradise in the middle of an urban jungle ... Because after all we can say, much of Udaipur is quite ugly, far from the palace of a thousand and one nights described in the guides.
Our hotel is however a nice surprise! We had booked a suite, and we were not disappointed!
Our suite at Rang Niwas Palace Hotel
(For people who wonder if I won the lottery to afford a trip like this, I want to say one night in this suite costs about 30 € ... And yes it is in India!)
After a few hours rest, we went to dusk in search of the lake much talked about, which houses one of the most luxurious hotels and paradise of India. Unfortunately, we do not find that night. So we decide to go see the celebration of a deity in the inner city. As an adventurer in the extreme and finding no rickshaw trying to take us, we decide to hitchhike and are collected by Abhishek (very common name in India), an Indian very nice but in broken English that we will file to Chetak Circle. Once there, we learn that the festivities are over for a good half-hour ... Definitely, it's not our night ... we'll dinner before going to sleep in our beautiful little suite.
The next morning, we finally find the lake Pichola and take a short boat ride to reach the Jagmandir Island, a small resort in the middle of the lake, very cute, but no major interest ...
We then visit the City Palace , Palace of the Maharaja of Udaipur, but this time, the palace that broke the camel's back: we have seen in all cities, I'm tired and we have not taken a guide so we do not have the keys to understanding what we see ... The palace was very pretty, but we will go through at full speed ...
The rest of the day was much nicer to us wander through the narrow streets of the old city ... We visited the Jagdish Temple , beautiful temple filled with women in saris of every color ...
few hours of shopping and a dip in our pool later, we go into a small theater to watch a dance show Rajasthan and puppets. Some think it's a tourist trap, others will be impressed by some of the dances, we, we loved it! Here is a short video of the dances:
From there we went to dinner at the poolside of Shiv Niwas Palace Hotel , a very luxurious hotel within City Palace Complex. We were the only guests, I really wondered if Thibault had not booked the entire restaurant for us ! Fine foods, a very pleasant evening, exactly what he needed for me to finally keep good memories of Udaipur!
The next day we left Udaipur chauffeured car because I had bad memories of buses between Jodhpur and Udaipur (and I still want my princess to play a little ...). Next Step: Bundi, passing par Chittorgarh.
  (Toutes les photos de Jodhpur en cliquant sur ce lien)
Je continue – avec du retard – à vous raconter la suite du voyage au Rajasthan, pour pouvoir vite vous raconter Goa et le Vietnam…
Nous sommes arrivés à Jodhpur avec l’idée que cette ville n’était pas tout à fait intéressante (grossière erreur!). Nous avons donc décidé de ne rester qu’une seule journée, mais les horaires de bus vers Udaipur en ont décidé autrement, and finally we stayed two nights ... No regrets for that matter, not only because we were in a small guesthouse very cute and very friendly, but in addition, I personally loved this city and I almost regret not to have stayed one more day ...
We started our day by visiting Sardar Market and Clock Tower copied from Big Ben to give time to the inhabitants of the city. Very nice little place that bustles with activity and shops of all kinds ... And yes, I even broke down and bought lots of things more useless as each other ...
We then chained to visit the Mehrangarh Fort , we visited with a guide speaking, which was very nice! The fort is surely one of the finest we have seen, and our guide was very nice. We could talk about the Indian culture which was really very interesting!
During the visit, we met Quentin, Eric, and Loïc, French students who are sharing with me in Calcutta. A beautiful coincidence ! We decided to have dinner together that evening.
Another coincidence: Nolwenn - which is in the same school as me at Reims, and that we had crossed by chance in Jaipur - the name is after noon to tell me she saw my name in the register, and we sleep in the same guesthouse! She will now join us for dinner.
After a quick massage at the guesthouse, we head to the restaurant "On the Rocks," where we discover a magnificent terrace with candles on tables and a hushed ambience. After dinner, we wanted a drink in the pub next to the restaurant, but we got time stack closure (23h!!).
Returning to our guesthouse, we find the animation in a street. We celebrate a Hindu deity, and everyone is on his 31 ... We supply the sugar, almond paste and coconut, and we ask our new Indian friends. It such meetings that makes this country so special , unique, colorful, and I will miss so much when I return to France ...
Nolwenn and I and our Indian friends
The next day, After breakfast admiring the sunrise , we left the "Blue City" for the "white city", Udaipur.
(For photos of Jaisalmer, click here)
Just arrived in Jaisalmer after a night in a bus, we are assailed by a dozen touts Hotels . Unfortunately for us, we had not booked a hotel in advance, and we were the only tourists on the bus, which has made us the center of all the attention ... As the video shows next shot with his phone by Thibault:
Given my bad mood morning, I was quickly annoyed screaming and I had a good shot order to reflect quiet ... We chose the final climb into the nearest jeep (we should not have), and we headed to a hotel was in any of our guides (strategic error ...) .
We arrived the Himalayan, a small guesthouse in comfort and relative cleanliness , but had the advantage of being in the heart of Jaisalmer Fort. Fortunately, we only paid 150roupies night (2 €), but we have done in the future ...
The reason we came to Jaisalmer was the same as all other tourists to make a " Camel Safari, ride a camel in the desert with a night under the stars.
From breakfast, the owner of the guesthouse offers us his camel safari, promising wonders to justify the fact that we had to pay double the price on the market ... of course, and as I said in my previous article, the Indians are full of resources for us to get our rupees ... So we booked for the next morning.
We spent the day walking through the narrow streets of the city - surely one of the finest ever seen. Fort resembles a gigantic sandcastle , and ambience of the city is reminiscent of southern Tunisia (all cities close to the desert should look like at the same time). We ended the day in an excellent Italian restaurant overlooking the fort, and took our pictures ritual.
FYI, I updated my album "Pump It Up in Asia", which you can view here .
the evening, we watched the sunset from the top of the fort. It was really wonderful to see the night fall on the city ...
The next morning, early morning awakening us to a jeep in the Thar desert Ishmael join our guide for the next two days.
Nous sommes donc partis sur nos chameaux, Johnny et Mr Magoo, pour une promenade de deux jours. Durant ces deux jours, nous avons trotté, nous sommes arrêtés dans des villages en plein milieu du désert, avons très bien mangé (sûrement les meilleurs repas que j’ai eu jusque là en Inde), et avons dormi à la belle étoile …
La nuit n’a pas été ce à quoi je m’attendais, il y avait beaucoup de vent, donc on a eu pas mal de rafales de sable… Enfin surtout Thibault parce que moi j’étais “ensarcophagée” dans mon sac à viande… Mais nous avions passé une super soirée to admire the stars ... then it compensates
Ishmael also told us stories that he be given a tip ... What we did not do, given the price we had paid ... But
Thibault gave him a small Eiffel Tower. The reaction of Ishmael? "What am I going to do?". Thibault was very disappointed. Me, I laughed a lot because the scene was funny!
Review of Camel Safari : mixed because we have not been entitled to many things we had been promised, the chameau, c’est sympa mais 2 jours c’est trop, et puis ça donne des courbatures; et nous n’avons pas vu tant de dunes de sable que ça… Mais au final, j’en garderai un très bon souvenir car c’est quelque chose d’unique…
Une fois rentrés et douchés, nous avons sauté dans un bus pour rejoindre Jodhpur, à 5h de Jaisalmer (et cette fois, nous avons réservé une chambre!).
Voici une petite vidéo confectionnée par les petites mains de Thibault, qui retrace son mois passé en Inde.
Comme sur ce mois, on a passé au moins 3 semaines ensemble (Rajasthan, Calcutta and Goa), I put the link, it will make a good trailer on everything I tell you again ...
(For photos of Jaipur, click here)
arrived in Jaipur on the evening of 21, we reach our hotel by rickshaw.
The next day, after sleeping in interrupted by pesky pigeons, we take a bicycle rickshaw to reach the old city.
We strolled in this whole town pink, visited a temple, and are mounted on a roof to enjoy the bustle of the city.
should know that Jaipur is the capital of Rajasthan , which is the largest Indian state in terms of area. Jaipur
means "City of Victory", Jai meaning victory, and pure, city.
Did you know? (topic to replace the more or less useful information I learned and I do not know what to do)
There are many cities in India whose name ends with pure (Jaipur, Jodhpur , Udaipur, ...) and too many cities whose name ends with-bad (Ahmedabad, Aurangabad, Allahabad, ...). The differences between these means is that pure Hindu cities and towns-bad Muslim.
You do not care? Okay so it continues ...
On the way to the City Palace, an Indian boy interrupts us, and we have seen the scam that we named "The scam letter of love" :
Myth: Indians do not lack inventiveness rip off tourists -> TRUE!
To make it fast, the young man asked us why tourists do not want to discuss with him. He said it was because every time an Indian we spoke, it was to sell us something or we bring in a shop. The young man, a little sticky but nice, we follow a few meters and tells me he has a friend in France, he would write him a letter in French, and would like me to dictate in English I write to him.
Even if you're in a hurry, I do it, and I write his letter. I give it and decide to leave, then the young man told me that it seems like all the time getting ripped off, this time it will give me a necklace for my trouble. He asks us to follow not far away, and a "comrade" agree with him. A friend who was also in the process of alpaguer tourists incidentally. We walk with them 2 minutes, then begins to want to turn back. One of the young men took me by the shoulder, Thibault gets angry, and we're going ...
Once again, they would have taken to a shop where they have been commissioned ... I still I was grown in the world of Care Bears ... It made me decide to be more skeptical and dry with the Indians ...
We finally visit the City Palace (home of the Maharaja of Jaipur) late in the day, very pretty, but it is forbidden to take pictures in almost all buildings, it is a pity, I would have shown you ...
After a quick dip in the pool at our hotel, we went to the Raj Mandir cinema , reputed to be one of the most beautiful cinemas in India. So we had the opportunity to see " Hadippa , "a Bollywood film - with some in Hindi and English words and phrases - but it was not very difficult to understand history ...
Basically, Bollywood films, it just all the same: a story of impossible love, music, dance, and most importantly, we do not kiss! It only suggests
... Our film had the distinction of dealing with the passion of Indian No. 1: The cricket !
The film was ultimately a flop, I'm actually asleep, and we left before the end (in same time the movie lasted 3 hours with an intermission) but atmosphere in the room was INCREDIBLE. The public reacts to everything that happens on the screen: cries of joy, laughter, indignation ... It's impressive and very funny!
The next day we went to Amber Fort , 30 minutes by bus from Jaipur. Very very nice! To reach the top, it jumps a lot, but it's worth the effort: a magnificent panorama at the top waiting for us ...
Back in Jaipur, we visited the Palace of Winds (Hawa Mahal). The palace has five storeys and is built in the famous pink stone from Jaipur. The facade overlooking the street consists of 950 windows, and the wind that slips through small openings creates a specific sound that has earned its name to the palace. These windows also allowed the women of the harem of the bustle of the street without being seen.
We then went to collect our belongings because we left the hotel by bus at night the same evening. Leaving the hotel, we hit Nolwenn, a girlfriend of my class at school, who had just finished his semester at another university in India, and traveling alone in India ... Another amazing coincidence ! Discount
of my emotions, we take our overnight bus towards Jaisalmer ...
Globalization, standardization, currency unions ... all these terms also erase the specificities of peoples and their traditions.
North America realized that it's greed their financial crisis that has generated global actuelle.Une part examines the remedies that may in the future, change the fatal mechanical.
Young Japanese have largely turned their backs on their traditions and values that have made the greatness of their people.
Worldwide, the trend is the abandonment of family traditions, including respect for previous generations. Some traditions which were that parents and grandparents lived under a roof advantageously single family are disappearing in favor of a "modern" lifestyle, with no children or only 1 child standard of living 'forcing him there "...
Even the fashions have become global and ridiculous as the looks are offset obtained with total respect for all origins more or less broken.
Some are beginning to realize all these negative phenomena which are not inéluctables.Certains countries also try reverse thinking for a better balance between human progress and economic constraints.
In France it seems that we have not achieved enough to seriously question the merits. Instead, it plunges increasingly following the path of those whom we criticize, as if the situation of French was not painful enough.
worse: by adopting some aspects of foreign lifestyles or social systems, we copy what is usually worse at home.
Some countries try to copy what France was better, as its system of health protection while ourselves we tend towards privatization of the entire system (increasing shares of mutual restricted choice of hospital establishments , repayment of drugs steadily declined, systems pension systems up to private insurance, etc.).
We are far from innovative ideas that have made the greatness of France in all fields ...
We heard recently the boss of a large group described as "a mode of suicide several of its employees.
How can we speak and deal with distress, whatever their origin elsewhere! How can we entrust so much responsibility on the officer when he shows so little human value! Therefore not surprising that the means used to optimize the performance of its business are out of step with human beings who compose it.
I see no difference between the thug who kills to be denied a cigarette and the character for whom life has no more than a tool broke past losses and profits.
The publicity surrounding the suicide in large groups are symptomatic of what the media can convey over time.
What is new is the psychological maladjustment of workers and employees belonging to companies that previously had either monopolistic positions (France Telecom) or domination of the market or reputation of ensuring security of employment, sometimes transmitted through several generations.
Their owners are responsible also to have conveyed the notion of immutability for tens of years (we're the best, we do not fear competition, etc ...)
No relation Rajasthan, but I announce the program of festivities next week.
For our other holiday week next week (no, contrary to what you all think I'm not ALWAYS on vacation ...) , I decided to go to Vietnam.
I have a friend, Alice, who is on exchange in Ho Chi Minh, who was also a week of vacation. We travel both, and go back up South Vietnam to the North. As we have not much time, we chose to travel by plane (about 70 € for 3 domestic flights ...). The course will be:
Well now I tell you the result of Rajasthan ...
For Photos of Agra, click here
We arrived in Agra in the late afternoon Sept. 20. We started with this step because it was THE city we did not want to miss anything. As I said before, the city houses the famous Taj Mahal , and as good tourists we are, we had to go see this magnificent building that symbolizes India.
I imagine the conversation if I had not gone before returning to France:
"You're gone in India? "" Yeah "" And then there is how the Taj Mahal? "" I'm not gone "" Bah, you're not ... then went to India "
So we lifted at dawn, have rented a rickshaw for the day, and went to watch the sunrise over the Taj. It was (unsurprisingly) a highlight of our stay ...
Before reaching, I was excited like a smart, lucky to be able to see for real! A case of stage fright took hold of me and left me only when I got it before me. Behind the front door that protects it, he was there in the morning mist at the far end of this magnificent garden.
We spent a good 3 hours to admire him and his changing colors as the sun rose. We took many pictures of traditional tourists: the classic , I wear the Taj , I want like a bell, there was , seen from another angle and our now traditional balances and Pump It Up (in Album Pump It Up).
was loitering, was surprised by the number of monkeys and I imagined the time of construction, those of the Maharajas and Maharani.
Although most cultured of you must already know everything I need to make a little speech about why and how Taj ...
Built from 1631 to 1644 by the Mughal emperor Shah Jahan, the work was built, according to legend, in memory of his wife Mumtaz Mahal, died during childbirth of their 14th child.
She carries all the sophistication of Muslim art at the time. It's really a wonder (also elected in 7 new wonders of the world !)
The rest of the day in Agra has been accomplished through (or because) of our rickshaw rented by the day ... After visiting a few monuments (Baby Taj, Red Fort, ...) we understood what it meant the scam rickshaw ...
In fact, the driver takes you on a lot of shops, and receives commissions, even if you do not buy anything. If you buy, it may receive a commission of up to 40% of the purchase amount.
While some shops were interesting (Marble, saris, ...) we got fed up with bout d’un moment . Après une dernière boutique où nous avons bu un chaï avec notre chauffeur et le shopkeeper, et où il nous est arrivé quelques histoires bizarres, nous avons décidé de rentrer à la GuestHouse.
Un peu de repos, un équilibre de Thibault qui s’est soldé par une petite ouverture de front, et quelques rafraichissements plus tard, nous étions à la gare en direction de Jaipur.