Shouldn’t all handkerchiefs be dark green in color?
I always thought that in India the worst train ride is better than the best bus ride, but I went to Nawalgarh, northwest of Jaipur, and endured a soul-crushing train that took four hours and fifty minutes to go exactly 183km, which is 85 miles. This is why I don’t travel with rope: I would have hung myself to end the agony. (My shoelaces weren’t strong enough.)
It was a local train with one class, cattle class, and I lost some life expectancy from it. Coming back was a three and a half hour bus ride which—I don’t want to talk about it.
Have I mentioned yet that it’s hot? A nice complement to the furnace-like heat are the late afternoon sandstorms that whip through town. The camels are unperturbed.
I have a horrendous flight sequence courtesy of Air Arabia. Listen to this: depart Jaipur at 4am, arrive in Sharjah, United Arab Emirates, at 6am, then a 15 hour layover before I fly to Istanbul and arrive at midnight, too late to get to town by public transport so I will sleep in the airport until the morning. Ugly, but $290 one way. I am supposedly allowed to leave the airport in Sharjah so I will go to Dubai for a few hours, where the temperature is 43C in the day and 33C at night—exactly like here. Oy vey.