Udaipur
Tuesday, November 24th, 2009
Thankfully we had an uneventful flight. We arrived in Udaipur and couldn’t believe the fan fare at the airport. There was a wedding. It had a tattoo of pipers and drummers and retractable signs that we use for large scale conferences. Jackie O thought Udaipur was fabulous. So did Kitty and the Germ.
We started the day with a lovely boat cruise. We were supposed to get off the boat at a fabulous place on an island but alas there was another wedding which had rented out the entire space. Watch the movie “Octopussy” to see scenes. It is beautiful here. It looks like Italy. We are in love.
We eat another not bad dinner (“The Host” in Toronto is better) and are still suffering from heart burn. We find that there is one good dish, one not so bad–but it is very expensive. Almost as much as Toronto. Whoever said Indian food was cheap, is lying. It isn’t.
The next morning we went to biggest palace in all of India. They were taking down a wedding. We went for a tour.
Later, we drove hours to a Jain temple. I’ll have to say that we are nervous before the long drives. No need to be this time. First, there were black face monkeys all over our car. I am very sad that I have eaten all the bananas and don’t have a thing to feed them. Argh.
We get to the Jain temple and are amazed at how beautiful it is. It is all white (marble). We get a bindi put on us by the temple priest. A security guard offers to take our picture, but wants a big tip (we have no money left) so we have to decline his request for payment.
We take the car back on what looks like the smoothest road ever, but it is bumpy! I am rarely car sick, but this road brings it on. The only thing that saves me is a group of monkeys. They don’t look like any of the monkeys we have seen–but I love them.
We have dinner outside the hotel. We have to say that we have had heart burn almost the entire time and no one makes a better mulligatawny soup than auntie Elke. Yes, the German lady who emigrated to the US and now lives in Chicago is kicking all of India’s sorry ass in a soup-off. We miss Elke!