Colours clash, noise, the noise…car horn, motorbike beep, tuk tuk engines and bicycle bells. Black kites circle all day. The cow pat kids make disc shape fuel. I told the guide the sundial was a
bit slow. The dream – the majestic Neemrama fort, turret rooms and views as far as the eye could see, a massage,
a big man with big hands on slippy wooden oily table. A terrifying long taxi drive with Rameesh…road kill, 1 elephant, 1 peacock, 2 tigers, 12 people… well he was mad. We pass creamations as our boat glides on the ganges at Varanasi. Riding on an elephant called Manoush up to Jaipur fort. And the food, wow, I got so fat. I need to go back as soon as I can.