Next stop was Ranthambore National Park which is the best place for spotting Bengal tigers. It was once the private hunting ground for the kinds of Jaipur but since 1957 has been a safe place for them to thrive.
Okay so #1. Jaipur isn’t really pink. It’s called the the Pink City because in 1876, the Prince of Wales and Queen Victoria visited India on a tour. Since pink denotes the colour of hospitality, Maharaja Ram Singh of Jaipur painted the whole city pink to welcome the guests. #2. I didn’t really see much of the city. Jes and I needed a break from the touristy things so instead we did Western things. (I love how “Western” means “stuff white people like” in India, but from a West Coast perspective, it means “cowboy”).
The first really cool place the tour stayed was in a small village with a fort converted to a hotel.
The next morning at the ungodly hour of 5 am we assembled at the train station to catch a train to see the Taj Mahal. We were still putting our luggage on the overhead bins when the smell of smoke started sliding into our nostrils. It got strong then I heard an authorotativel voice say “evacuate the train slowly! Take your small bags” so I grabbed my backpack and politely started walking out.