I was pretty happy to be heading out of
Delhi. It is a rich, complex city, but one that I don't think I need
to see more of.
My driver for the next four days was
Ram, who was in constant good spirits and genuinely looked after my
well-being. This, despite working every day and with a missing friend of his on his mind, another driver who was younger and who Ram felt may
have met with foul play. Nevertheless, he was great. He set up guides
for me, ensured that I didn't tip too much (after he saw me piss away
a bunch of rupees on a monkey handler) and withal, he was great
company. He wants to come to the U.S. and asked if he could come live
with me and if I could help him get a visa to stay, etc. I didn't say
no, but I hope I got the message across that this wouldn't be likely
until/unless I was back in the states and on my feet.
The road to Jaipur saw a couple of
tumped over trucks, the real king of the road (a cow), the ubiquitous
honking of horns and the regular bottleneck every few kilometers.
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| Yes. It is "tumped" over. |
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| The real king of the road |
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| We'll come back to this |
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