We left bright and early on the morning of day 13 of our tour to catch the bus to Jaipur. The bus looked like it hadn't been serviced since the seventies. We were all crowded on with the locals, having surrounded the poor driver with our giant backpacks. Whether the bags were hindering his performance I don't know, but we were a little concerned when, at a depot early on, the bus carerred into another parked bus, smashing its wing mirror clean off. This may have been more understandable had the parking space he was trying to get into not been about five bus-widths wide...Fortunately, the conductor helped the driver back out again. Not so fortunate was the fact that he appeared to have one glass eye and cataracts in the other.
There's not much I can say about Jaipur as we didn't see a lot of it. The first night we took an auto-rickshaw into new-Jaipur which was particularly unpleasant. Devestating poverty, heavy traffic, sewage and litter were on a massive scale, with nothing beautiful to counter-balance them. The next day was spent in the hotel as Ben had eaten something suspect, so we never saw anything of the old town. We were fairly happy to move on the next morning, however.
