Palaces of Pink

We arrive in Jaipur in the late afternoon and settle into our "luxury" room in a hotel. The amenities of a luxury room all seem to revolve around the plumbing. To date in India we've been rather fortunate in that we've had a private bath and that the bathroom has had a western toilet. The shower facilities of our hotels have been, well, typically Asian; the water does not come out of the showerhead high on the wall, but rather out of a tap placed at about waist level. The showers are also not enclosed, so the whole room becomes somewhat of a swamp, and you must remember to remove that precious commodity, the roll of toilet paper, before bathing. This luxury room has a sink, a toilet, and a shower in a tub, with a curtain, I luxuriate in standing under the stream of tepid water.

The remainder of our day in Jaipur is spent wandering the city; we love to wander and get "lost", knowing that a rickshaw driver will always be available to get us "home". We head to our one bed, nestled head to toe knowing that tomorrow brings a busy day with Jack.

There are many interesting sights within a few kilometers of Jaipur, and our first stop is the Jal Mahal Palace. The Jal Mahal (Water Palace) is built in the middle of a lake, and seems to float eerily atop the water. Not having a boat we simply view the palace from the roadside before heading into the hills to Amber, the ancient capital of Jaipur State. Raja Man Singh, a commander of mighty Akbar's army, constructed the impressive fortress-palace at Amber, in 1592. A road winds up the hillside to the fort; however we opt to make the journey on the back of an elephant rather than in our trusty Ambassador. Now camels are tall and ornery, but elephants are positively huge. Our elephant is named Laksmi, and according to her mahout (master) is not known for her dietary reticence. Laksmi gobbles 150 kilos of sugar cane, 40 kilos of fruit and 30 kilos of grass every day; the trips to the pet food store must be lethal! The swaying gait of the gal is quite soothing, and I can see how the Mogul emperors felt positively superior atop one of these beasts. We arrive at the fort in style, amid the splendor of one of the finest examples of Rajput architecture. The magical feeling of the Amber palace is indescribable.

Wandering through the Diwan-i-Am (Hall of Public Audiences), the Sila Devi Temple, the Sukh Niwas (Hall of Pleasure) and into the Jai Mandir (Hall of Victory) is a journey into the grandeur of ancient times. The entire fortress is a work of art; the melding of marble, sculpture, mosaic work and fragrant sandalwood inlaid with ivory, transforms every step into a sensory experience. One room, the Maharaja's winter bedroom, optimizes the splendor. The small room is round and windowless, every square inch of wall space intricately carved and inlaid and the ceiling is domed and completely covered in tiny pieces of mirror. The extent of the magic comes to life when the doors are closed and the ceiling comes to life by candlelight, turning the whole room into a cozy nest beneath a canopy of twinkling stars; those maharajas knew how to live!

The remainder of our day in Jaipur was spent within the city touring some sights and doing some shopping in the "Pink City". Jaipur is a colorful city, with the buildings all painted in hues of pink and orange. The Hawa Mahal, or Palace of the Winds, is perhaps the most recognized of its landmarks. Built in 1799, this five-storey pink building, with its many carved windows looking over the old city's main street was built to enable the ladies of the royal house to observe life in the city. The facade is magnificent, again another testimony to the artistry of the Rajputs.