At 8am we left got Jabalpur in two small vans. We drove a few hours and stopped for breakfast. We were only 20km from where they found Mogli, the boy from 'The Jungle Book'. The book is based on a true story! My dad and I used to read it together and it was one of my favorites. I never thought I would be so close to where it happened.
We drove another 6 hours until we reached Jabalpur at 4pm. We visited a huge waterfall which is part of the Holy Rive Narmada. The waterfall is like the Indian version of Niagra Falls. There were many people bathing themselves in the river. We went down the river and went boating. There were huge, beautiful marble rocks surrounding us. The water gets to 1,000 feet deep!
We drove to dinner and boarded the train for Jaipur.
Jaipur was a great place for marketing. Every shop for 1 km was full of scarves, skirts, wall hangings, embroidered pieces of cloth, shoes made of camel leather, and dolls made from wood and cloth. We bartered for our items and usually convinced the shop owners to cut the price in half after telling them we live in India. When we walked down the street the shop keepers beckoned us into their shops. "Come, look", "One moment, look beautiful scarves", "Yes, yes, I have very good selection". It was what I remember thinking what India would be like. The many vehicles on the road, the beautiful saris, the voices of the shopkeepers. Rajasthan is the foreigners stereotype of India.
We drove another 6 hours until we reached Jabalpur at 4pm. We visited a huge waterfall which is part of the Holy Rive Narmada. The waterfall is like the Indian version of Niagra Falls. There were many people bathing themselves in the river. We went down the river and went boating. There were huge, beautiful marble rocks surrounding us. The water gets to 1,000 feet deep!
We drove to dinner and boarded the train for Jaipur.
Jaipur was a great place for marketing. Every shop for 1 km was full of scarves, skirts, wall hangings, embroidered pieces of cloth, shoes made of camel leather, and dolls made from wood and cloth. We bartered for our items and usually convinced the shop owners to cut the price in half after telling them we live in India. When we walked down the street the shop keepers beckoned us into their shops. "Come, look", "One moment, look beautiful scarves", "Yes, yes, I have very good selection". It was what I remember thinking what India would be like. The many vehicles on the road, the beautiful saris, the voices of the shopkeepers. Rajasthan is the foreigners stereotype of India.
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