The pink city

We have loved the past two weeks. Things have been easier and much more enjoyable. We thought we were on a roll and the north would be a much more pleasant experience. That was until we arrived into the horror that is Jaipur.

Sam gets constant pervy looks and the men jeer as she walks down the street. She has adopted the usual western woman look when in India - looking vacantly up into the air, avoiding eye contact with anything in trousers and completely ignoring them when they speak. Here, only prostitutes look men in the eye. It is a shame because it means you cannot connect with the people. Of course there are not many women on the streets.

The best thing about Jaipur, (apart from Pizza Hut and McDonalds!) is the Raj Mandir cinema. We went to see a Bollywood film and though the film was horribly predictable and sickly, the experience was wonderful. We have visited the Palace and museum and some wacky astrological monsrosity called the 'scientific astronomy centre'.

We are staying in the best hotel though, just round the corner from Pizza Hut. A safe haven to return to after the vomitous reality that is the city of Jaipur!