Old Delhi

This shot was take from on top of Jama Masijid in old Delhi, the streets of old Delhi are always bustling with life.

The New Frontier....Teaching in Tripoli, Libya

When the name Libya is brought up images fill your mind with violence, revolution, and of course Ghadafi. While Violence is still rampant throughout the country the fact is the revolution has ended and Ghadafi is dead. This is a new Libya, a confusing bewildering mess of post revolution problems and concerns wrapped in a title wave of misleading political chaos, but one thing is very clear when you arrive, Libya is in fact free from the megolamanalical dictator who was the one and only thing people knew about in this country.

Landing in Tripoli airport you are instantly flashed with machine gun wielding youth in camo and the reality of the infrastructure of a hard fought revolution. I just happened to arrive at eleven at night, so the feelings of tension were ever more present, but everything worked out. Amazingly my bags came through on the belt, everything was intact and my boss was there to greet me. Once we shifted pass the taxi mafia we were in the car and on our way into Tripoli. It should be noted that arriving at night is not advisable, airport road as they call it is frequently the battleground for fighting rebel factions and criminal activities, but tonight I was safe.

From the airport the first sight you will see is the Bab Al Azizia, Ghadafi’s former palace and den of evil. These days all that is left is a giant graffiti wall encircling a compound full of rubble, poverty, and highly armed “Militia Rebels”. Next comes a series of NATO bombed out building’s that all come with a story of heroism and terror, and beyond that you arrive at Martyr Square the heart of Tripoli. It can be misleading until you arrive here, when all you see is the consequences of war and then you are hit with a square surrounded by beautiful Italian/Ottoman architecture, functioning fountains and smiling faces everywhere, the feeling is surreal.

Just off of Martyr square are streets filled with Turkish, Italian, Tunisian, and spoof western restaurant chains such as uncle Kentuki (KFC). Tonight we chose Italian. You’d be surprised how good some of the food here actually is, but it is.

Our hotel “Golden Beach” is just down the street not to far from here on the sea front, arriving here I was pleasantly to see that the hotel was in fact functioning like most hotels do, the rooms were clean and the Wifi worked… well sort of. Sleeping here is something you must get used to though. A country with only a few laws (which none are actually enforced) means that items such as fireworks are used every night, everywhere by every single Libyan who can get their hands on some, seriously it is like world war three some nights and on top of all that there is a symphony of machine guns, hand guns and most likely the odd explosive added to the noise of Chinese fireworks. This place is wild, a place in which you could never imagine, this is Libya after nearly forty years of hell.

The next day we began to set things up at our college. Our college is located on “Tile Street”, a street filled with shop after shop all selling the same products… not sure how business is done but hey I am not here to judge. All day and the following three days consisted up of preparing to open the English school. But on Friday I got my first glimpse of the Tripoli medina.

The Medina is the heart of Tripoli; its winding narrow streets are filled with people selling and haggling goods from around Libya and the world. Some alley ways are designated to copper banging where they make pots, pans and the crescent to put atop the mosques, others are filled with black market money changing and there is even a complete intact covered part selling every kind of traditional North African clothing attire from Berber tribal to modern Libyan marriage attire. My favorite is the carpet bazaar which also houses colonial antiques, and a wide variety of illegal animal skins and ivory products all from the past empires who have ruled here. It’s easy to get lost in these labyrinth alley ways and completely forget what this country has been through in the past years. Keep walking and you will be reminded by all the foreign powers that have been here. First you will see Ottoman and Arab architecture, keep going and you will be faced with the Arch of Marcus Aurelius a symbol that Tripoli was once a vital part of the Roman Empire., this complex blend of architecture and cultures is a beautiful and intoxicating mix I have grown to love.

Next it’s compulsory to delve into something so knitted into Libyan culture…. Nargile. Nargile or smoking Sheesha is a favorite past time for Libyans. Walk the Medina long enough and you are defiantly going to smell the fruity perfumes from the Nargile coffee houses. I found a locals only kind of place which I now frequent very often for its authentic off the beaten track feeling, the location of it… undisclosed. The Ahwa (Nargile coffee shop) is an example of beautiful Medina based architecture and is easy to get cozy and relax with a Nargile pipe and Arabic style coffee, I recommend this too you completely.  

Exiting the Medina you are hit with the reality of Libya, youth militia, random gangster dudes with handguns and road block after roadblock of security militia. This is the new Libya I am here to explore and I am only craving to see more.

First Stop Bangkok

Bangkok is like my second home, I have been here many times and I still keep coming back, it could be the food or the fact you can walk one block and be completely off the tourist path and loose yourself in the chaos of Bangkok itself. Who knows all I know is its addictive, fun and I could not give any less of a shit what negative things travelers say about it.

We finally arrived in Bangkok after two flights and a ten hour layover in China, a tip for travelers, do not fly with China southern ariways..... its just not worth it. Arriving in Bangkok in the wee hours of the morning is not a pretty sight. Walking to the hostel we strolled past garbage littered streets, lady boys and by far the most foul thing of all, Gap year kids from Britain, unless of course you like douchyness than by all means put your tank top and board shorts on and go fist pump with the gaps and lady boys. Nope not for me Grace and David we checked in at our hostel " The New Siam II". Great place, comfortable like a hotel but still has the hostel atmosphere and only 1150 thai bhat, or about 35 dollars for a double. 

After check in at six am coffee was acquired for the jet leg and breakfast and my favorite noodle shop in Khao San area. best thing about it not a single tourist in sight. After breakfast it was time for the loop. The loop is my creation and goes like this, to begin with walk, Bangkok is a great walking city and you will see no tourists in between sights and get a more rewarding experience. First start at Khao san road, a disgusting foul road filled with everything touristy and plenty of douche gap kids, but it is quintessential to see what created tourism in Bangkok, walk to golden mount, on the way you will see wood working shops and stinky riverways, after climbing Golden mount and banging every single gong possible walk to Wat Pho, you will pass the streets where to Buddha statues are made. finally walk through the amulet market, buy an amulet unless you want your karma to seek you out and destroy you, then continue to the park in front of the Grand Palace and finish back on Khao san. Check, now finish the day with a Chang or Singha.

That was day one, second day Grace David and I picked up essential supplies at MBK mall for the long haul we have ahead of us, and of course the malls incredibly good restaurants, probably the best noodle soup and octopus balls i have ever had!!. 

Now we are awaiting our flight to Bangladesh, David being Ginger is sunburnt but loving his first experiences of Asia and Grace has eaten noodles and curry until her heart was content. Anyways this is the first posting into the trip see you at the next one in Bangladesh. 

Iran, The Stereotypical, The Mysterious, The wonderful

                                   Iran

                                                                     Part 1

In a continent far far away, exists a country called Iran. Little is known of this mysterious place other than its problems like nuclear power, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, and women's rights, which we as Canadians proudly display in our media to promote the idea that this is all that exists in the borders of this country.

But.... there is a man, who does not listen to others, who's personality could only be described as rude but in this case heroic.  his mission is simple, to let the people of his land know what really lies in these dangerous lands. his story has to take place, for if it does not the fate of his people will lie in the retarded minds of politicians and our media.

He has traveled thousands of miles, across oceans, deserts, treacherous mountains, and so so many buses playing shit Turkish pop music. He sits in a Kebab house in a small dusty Turkish border town called Doğubayazıt. his mind is calm but constantly being plagued by the thoughts of what awaits for him on the other side of the border........

Well there i was. packing my bags with excitement and intent, but to be honest i was a little nervous. i was venturing into the UNKOWN. with the help of Google i successfully wrapped my girlfriend into a hajab to cover her sinful head, and we were off. We waved our farewells to Dogubayazit and found the nearest Dolmus yelling Iran.

Dolmus : A Turkish Taxi that operates by cramming humans as if they are sardines into its grey dirty cigarette smoke lined interior, but they are cheap as hell!!!.

The drive there was pristine, tall white capped mountain peaks, and golden fields of grass. Mt Ararat was looming in the distance to remind us of how ancient and mysterious these lands were. And at all at once we saw it, tall barbed wire fences, machine guns, and Kebab shacks, we were here!!.. the border. the next stage was fast paced and some what a blur. We walked a distanced crossed the Turkish alliance and head straight into the heart of darkness. There were cloaked figures with there hands in the air, men flashing what looked like millions of Rials and Tomans,

Rials and Tomans : Iran official has only one currency, the Rial. but Iranians like to think otherwise. they think in Tomans, but sometimes Rials, but mostly Tomans. so it is accepted that foreigners have no idea what the hell Iranians are talking about when it comes to money. but in a rough explanation 1 Toman equals 10 000 rial.

and boxes after boxes of what can only be drugs and booze being smuggled pass the officials. The whole process can only be described as horrific, intense but kinda fun? after you bitch slap a few people, get yelled at by an officer, and get interviewed by another officer then you finally get thrown into the hands of the black market men and the underground taxi world.

I ignored the black market men to exchange money but a good tip is don't listen to your guide book (you know who you are LP) and do exchange with them because in this country everything is backwards, the banks rips you off and the black market is usually an honest and accepted alternative and way of life here. so me the stupid tourist went to the border bank. I exchanged four hundred Euros and in return was given what looked like all of the banks money. I stuffed the pounds of money in my bag and ran out believing I had just robbed the bank of Iran. But once you start seeing how much things cost in Iran you will Realize your not as rich as you think.

I entered the Taxi mafia zone and realization finally hit me... I was in Iran, all the bullshit for a visa and people saying " don't go there you will die", well I was actually in Iran. After my Mental high floated away Me and my Girl friend Grace got crammed into a Cab by a man who truly believed I spoke Farsi. we were whisked like a speeding bullet down the mountain side and put into the hands of more taxi mafia.... painful. well after being ripped off im sure by more taxi men calling me there "friend" we were on the correct path, which was to the bus station in Maku. Our taxi driver was a young lad, very young much younger than me. He blasted the latest pop music from europe and america through is plastic shit speakers loud enough to deafen most tourists, and he drove as if he too had also robbed the bank of Iran, maybe he did at least we had something in common. but with fast driving means faster getting to the bus station so we could sit and wait for our bus.

The bus was six hours long to Tabriz, it was another pristine and beautiful drive through lush valleys and great mountains. When we arrived The hunt began for our hotel. Iran first of all has a problem with westerners who are both male and female wanting to stay in the same room. but most hotels are ok with it. the biggest problem we were faced with is that Iran Is going through a huge inflation, meaning everything has tripled and some times even quadrupled in price.  

After finally finding a dump hotel we ventured the streets of Tabriz. It was Exciting, our first night in Iran. the streets were buzzing with people. Every corner and available space on the buildings were lit with fluorescent lights of all colors' creating a dazzling display almost putting you into a seizure. walking through the streets we were greeted always with smiles and curiosity. A shop caught our eye, it was so bright that your eyes could barely focus at it in the night. inside there was a complex display of plastic fruit and luckily real fruit in which you pick to be blended into a fruit smoothie. this is where I first tried fresh Squeezed pomegranate juice. its taste is described as bold, sour and extremely wonderful. The juice was great but I was ready to experience Iranian Cuisine. one of the soul reasons of coming here. We found a Restaurant which was called.. well I have no idea there is no English there. The owner of the restaurant was so excited to have us, he acted as if we were celebrities, things he had only ever seen on TV. he was able to explain with his vocabulary of ten English words that Kebabs are the only thing on the menu, and with my look of despair he gave me the look that can only be saying " all the restaurants have the same". O well, the Kebab was a mixture of beef, lamb and spices served on a heaping pile of saffron rice, it was in fact delicious, a perfect introductory to Iranian Cuisine. the evening was spent speaking through sign language and showing the owner pictures of my home and my life.

The next day we took the long bus ride to Tehran, The Capitol city of Iran. Tehran is defiantly the most vile and horrible place in Iran. the streets are bumper to bumper traffic, motor bikes ride on the side walks, and every time you breath you are slowly killing yourself from the amount of pollution in the air. But past its rough exterior is the heart and soul of this country, everything that happens in Iran first begins here. Our arrival was late at night, too save money we took the subway down town. when you get to the subway you are given a choice... yes a choice, either get on the women's only cabin, or the men's only, we decided to stick together and chance it on the men's only. Its inner tubes were crowded this late at night and when a space opened up grace jotted into the seat, to her surprise the man next to her jumped up as if he had broke a sacred rule, well in Iran he almost did, and that rule is never should a man sit next to a women he does not know, its just there culture is all i pondered to my self.

finding our hotel was not a "fun" experience.  In the end we gave up and found ourselves a decent looking place named "Mashad Hotel".... not sure why?. The owner was A man named Mamoud, he invited us to smoke sheesha with him right away.

Sheesha : Its a delightful middle eastern tobacco smoked through a water pipe. the tobacco is dipped in flavored molasses to give it a fruity flavor. its essential to indulge in every day wile in Iran.. otherwise you have not been to Iran.

We entered a smoke filled room and I saw them!! other travelers... I thought me and Grace were the only ones!!. well we were not the only ones to join the elite line of people who can actually call them self's travelers. we were joined by another fellow Canadian and his brother, an Australian who looked like Jesus, and a creepy Korean dude who had a fetish with dressing like an Arab and talking to young Iranian high school girls.... ya hes probably dead. We spent our night puffing away on apple flavored smoke and being hypnotized by the bubbling sound of the water pipe, and exchanging stories and a cheap laugh or two.

The night was restless, we had strategically been placed in a room that seemed to be right next to on coming vehicles, the noise was horrendous. so waking early with no sleep meant finding food fast.. real fast. That was to be a problem in Iran, the Streets appeared to only be filled with tire shops. I was in a daze, cars and motor bikes wizzing pass me left and right, pollution pouring into my lungs, I was so tired that I could probably sleep amidst all this chaos, and that's when it hit me, like the shining light in Tabriz a glorious fruit stand appeared in my eyes. I ran... no I basically galloped to it. yes there I was sucking down more pomegranate juice as if it was a drug, I was addicted. what I ate for breakfast that day I am not to sure. the menu said pork, but pork is banned in Iran. yes the possibilities' of what it was ran through my mind but it hit the spot and the locals gave me a smile and nod to assure me that this is where its at!.

Bellies full we decided to walk to what the locals call, the US den of espionage. What is this place you might ask, well its the former US Embassy where students held 52 US diplomats hostage for 444 days. Nowadays its where the Anti American students rally together in support of one another. The place is covered in murals depicting everything from a evil statue of liberty to American bombs blowing up baby nesting birds. Yes its an odd sight to see but I can assure you that 99 percent of Iranians don't actually think this way. Iran just like Canada also suffers from young dumbasses going to school on there parents money and instead of actually helping the world they just protest and cause more problems. But never the less I looked both ways for people and took a few pictures, the night before the Australian I met at the hotel told me of how he was temporarily arrested for taking pictures of this place, I was not going to let this happen to me. Now when I think about it acting sneaky and taking photos is probably what a spy would have done... o well I prevailed. We took the subway back to central Iran so we could make it to the Tehran Bazaar in time for lunch. Its a great bazaar and an even greater place to just get lost amidst all the smells and stalls full of strange things. I wanted to eat where the locals eat, a place where the people of Persia get there afternoon fix, and Unfortunately i found just that. A big greasy burger joint called RIO. they served Giant four patties burgers with Iranian ingredients and style toppled onto thousands upon thousands of calories and grease. its a sick but pleasurable experience that can be summed up into one word... "sinful".

well my stomach was full but i was hungry for more of what Tehran and Iran had to Offer but this was just the beginning to this journey and what lay ahead for me in this mysterious but wonderful place.

Camel Safari's, Snake Charming and battles of colour, Rajasthan, India

Capital City : Jaipur

Population : 68,621,012

Official languages : Rajasthani, Hindi

Money : Indian Rupee

Main Modes of Transport : Train, Bus, Tuk Tuk, Camel, Elephant

Back Packer Budget : 20 US - 40 US per day

Midrange Budget : 30 US - 60 US per day

Luxury Budget : 100 US starting per day

Top Three Experiences

1. Camel Safari into the Thar desert

2. Snake Charming in Jaipur.
3. Holi Festival in Pushkar

Top Three Food Experiences.

1. Mughal Paneer

2. Lamb Kebab

3. Spicey Mughal Chai

Rajasthan is the largest state in India, Its lands cover the inhospitable Thar desert. The province borders Pakistan and its capital city is Jaipur.

Rajasthan means the Land of the Kings, its history consists of many ruling factions between Hindus, Muslims, and other ruling warlords. Rajasthan was the ruling province of the Mughal Empire, a Muslim lead Empire that nearly controlled all of India in its Prime.

My journey began in Rajasthan when my train left the Hindu flats and arrived in the Chaotic City of Jaipur. Jaipur is named the “Pink City”, and its easy to see why, everything from the buildings to the turbans on those moustached men are pink. This city is Exciting, The streets are a mess of camels, Tuk Tuk’s and thousands of people living there everyday lives in this hectic environment. Every corner you turn you are confronted with a jaw dropping temple or a market that is so abundant with spices your eyes water from the air you breath. But one thing is a must is to beware of the monkeys. The monkeys rule this city, they are clambering on the sides of buildings and stealing food from the food stalls, and they will sneak upon you and steal the peanuts right from your pocket…. And trust me they do. I spent my first day exploring these streets and trying the intensely spicy but exhilarating Mughal food. To beat the afternoon heat I strolled into the Emperors palace, interesting enough dig filled with great architecture and moustached men at every corner, But the main attraction to coming to Jaipur, is Jaipur Fort or also known as Amber Fort. Amber Fort is outstanding, its military strategic positioning is a classic example of Mughal power and architecture. To get here just hire any taxi, the going rate for taxi is usually around 10 US for the day, but that depends on your bargaining skills. When arriving to Amber Fort be prepared to be solicited, there are great stalls with everything you could need here as the shop keepers will tell you. One of the salesmen will try to sell you a Elephant ride up to the top of Amber Fort. Its expensive (25 US), but it’s a awesome feeling riding the elephant up a 1500^th century fort, plus it’s a mighty long hot and sweaty walk up. On my way to the top I found a local snake charmer. He Asked me if I wanted to see the Cobra, I replied, I want to charm the Cobra actually. The man seemed thrilled that a foreigner was wanting to attempt the snake charm. He wrapped his turban on me and handed me a jack fruit flute, I tuned what sounded some what like a Indian tune from the flute and to my surprise the lid on the bucket fell off and a Cobra raised into the air. The Man started clapping and telling me what guts I have to do this because Cobras don’t like foreigners usually….. What an outstanding feeling doing this. I then Explored more into Amber fort, its filled with antique weaponry, and hundreds of shiny glass rooms that blind you with an array of diamonds and glamour that would make even the biggest star in Holly Wood feel not so rich. After Amber Fort I paid my driver to take me to the Floating Palace, (it really is a Floating Palace in the middle of a lake), and then off to the Monkey temples. Exploring the monkey temples is interesting, its in a beautiful location in the mountains. You learn much about the Hindu religion and also you learn how to survive monkey attacks. They are tricky guys you can feed them by hand but there will be one monkey behind you stealing from your back pocket. The feeling you receive from the monks at all the temples is of only great hospitality, everyone welcomes you in and lets you partake in Hindu ceremonies you leave with Hindu Bracelets and a red dot on you forehead, but also the appreciation of understanding the religion a little better.

The next day I boarded a train to Pushkar, not direct but pretty close. Pushkar is one of the oldest and holiest cities in India. Its hundreds of Cow filled temples surround this holy lake making it one of the top spots in India for Hindu Pilgrimages. Its hard to get over how everything is written in Hindu, English, and Hebrew because of the hundreds of Hippy Israelis who descend here trying to find enlightenment. it’s a great stop for a few days but the reason I came here was Holi festival. Holi festival is the religious spring festival celebrated by Hindus. Its basically a giant party in the streets where everybody partakes by throwing coloured dies at each other, it’s a colourful epic battle filled with Bolly wood music and Holy parading cows, experiencing this is a must in any trip to India I highly recommend planning your trip during its time. Holi festival is celebrated at the end of the winter season on the last full moon day of the lunar month it usually happens in the later part of February or March. I spent the next few days in Pushkar exploring the surrounding mountains and the beautiful temples in Pushkar lake. One of the Top highlights in Pushkar is the Brahma Temple built during the 14th century AD. Very few temples to Lord Brahma exist anywhere in the world. Another great stop is climbing Pushkar hill, not many tourists do this and it is a steep climb but you are rewarded with a beautiful temple and outstanding views. While visiting the temples you will be asked to take part in a ceremony by the lake, it’s a great experience but its very touristy meaning you should arrange the price before hand or else you will be asked to pay a large sum of money to a man your not even sure is a monk.

Leaving Pushkar was not so great, I landed myself on a very hot, sweaty and dirty bus for nine hours, the bus seated thirty six people, but there were over one hundred in the bus along with a few dozen more people on the roof, and a few dozen chickens and goats situated near me… its all part of the experience. My bus stopped in a City called Jodhpur, Jodhpur is “the Blue City”. The entire city is blue and in the centre of the city is a fairy tale looking citadel,( Citadel means really big ass Fort). Exploring these small blue crowded ally ways is a great way to spend you days here, and I did just that. Another top highlight in Jodhpur is searching for antiques. Jodhpur is home to some of the largest Antique markets in India, I purchases some five hundred year old gold coins from the Mughal empire for about five dollars a piece. On my second day here I ascended

Jodhpur’s fort. it’s a long walk but very worth the effort. The fort is filled with beautifully decorated rooms filled with sparkling diamond studded lamps to handmade Persian rugs the size of your house. Another great stop in the fort is the weapons museum. Here you can find rifles that are about ten feet long, and a abundance of sharp fancy swords and spears. I spent the next few days Exploring Jodhpur’s interesting history and meeting many interesting people, one by the name of Raj let me take his motorcycle in the crazy Indian traffic.

It’s a short bus ride from Jodhpur to Jaisalmer, Jaisalmer is the final desert out post before the open sands of the Thar desert to the Pakistani border. Jaisalmer, like the other Rajasthan cities includes a giant yellow for in the centre, but Jaisalmer has a different feel from the other cities. Its building are built from mud brick and what looks like yellow sand, one of its main industries is Camel leather, and it houses a holy desert oasis lake. Jaisalmer’s sand and camel filled streets make you feel as if you’ve really ventured straight into the heart of the Thar desert. My hostel was pleasant enough, its name was the desert outpost and its rate was about 10 US dollar per night, its lush oasis looking garden, and 1001 nights architecture made you feel like you were living the life of Aladin.

The owner of the hostel arrange a trip for me into the Thar desert. His brother owns a few Camels and frequently takes tourists on Safaris for 25 US dollars a day. The next day The brothers other brothers uncle arrived to pick me up in his jeep. We drove for about three hours straight into the desert. I became good friends with my new travel companion his name was Sanjeev. We arrived at Sanjeev’s camel farm, we roped a few camels and after a one hour riding lesson we set off into the Thar. We passed through countless villages where all the villagers came out to see us. Everybody was dressed in such vibrant colours and all welcomed us into there tents for tea. Slowly the villages became fewer and fewer until there was nothing but me my camel and large sand dune structures around me. it’s a real surreal feeling knowing that you are really in the middle of know where. The nearest town at this point is a full days camel ride….. And out here there is no other form of transportation. At knight we would roll our rugs out (our beds), and prepare Mughal chai tea and supper. Sanjeev was a masterful cook, he used a abundance of desert spices and created some of the best Indian food I have had from very little provisions. Sleeping in the middle of the desert is amazing, I have not seen the stars this good since I was a child living in the Tundra of Canada.

We spent the next day heading further and further into a span of nothing. The simplicity and beauty of the desert is revealed to you at this point, all you can do is stare into its dunes and wonder about its mysteries. The next day Sanjeev told me we have to find a well or our Camels will die, so the race is was on. We hushed our camels further into the large flat space until finally what looked like a pile of rocks, we found our well. Sanjeev through is satchel made from a goat and pulled a large sack of water and our camels were suffice. Later we arrived at a Gypsy village and they greeted us with the usual tea. They showed us around and how they love there simple life. That day we arrived in another small town where Sanjeevs relative picked me up and I sadly left my camel and new friend. After about four hours we arrived back in Jaisalmer. I spent the evening in Jaisalmer’s smoky bazaars bargaining on camel skins and Persian rugs, then i finally made my way down to the holy lake to feed the giant holy catfish that lay beneath its murky waters. Next morning my hotel owner offered me to rent a motorbike from his other uncle. I rented a Baja 200cc motorcycle for about 5 US. Ripping through Indian traffic in the desert was great. I ventured to small desert oasis’s and towns and was always greeted with smile and curiosity. The traffic does get scary but as long as you keep your mind on the road all goes well and the experience is worth it. I had gone from Bus to Train, Train to Camel, Camel to Motorbike, with a few elephant rides in between, Rajasthan is truly amazing. If your looking for pure adventure and fun this is the place to be, here you will be rewarded with rich culture and new experiences that will stay with you for the rest of your life. This was the end of my Rajasthan adventure, but only the next step into another part of India……..