Every life is a story waiting to be told.
I watched quite a number of movie trailers today and one of the trailers flashed these words. I was pretty sure to type those in my first post.
Before I start rambling about my first (or maybe second) solo trip, I would like to introduce myself as a 'A woman with the virtue of wanderlust and sin of being a glutton'.
And my blog will revolve around my experiences, thoughts and lessons while I set foot in old and new places.
10th January 2016
It was mid morning when I was enthusiastically ready to start my 2 month journey. Dad had a suppressed smile, mom didn't smile at all and Ria, my sister had a broad smile of excitement. I am sure never in their life my parents thought that I would be travelling in India all by myself for more than 60 days at the age of 19. After bidding my farewell and dad dropping me off at the metro station, I was a little irritated (already!) with the security check as I found it a tad tedious and laborious to get rid of a tightly packed 40L rucksack on my back, 20L rucksack on my front and a ukulele.
For that day, I was just aiming to reach my couchsurfing (CS) host's place in Jaipur once I board my bus from Delhi to Jaipur.
The bus journey included a lot of thinking process, getting in direct contact with the smoke, dust, suntan, eating a piece of plum cake that mom neatly packed in a white box, dozing off, gazing out the window and looking at the people driving by or passing by, some music and a small conversation with the stranger next to me. My first weird feeling was when this nice stranger got down the bus at his stop in Jaipur and we didn't wave goodbye. Well, we didn't ask each other's names but that wasn't a big deal as much as the fact that swam in my mind - I am going to meet many nice people in this trip without the guarantee of seeing them again.
Jaipur
It was sundown. No signal. That somehow created my first panic attack as I stood at the bus station of Jaipur. I located a payphone and asked my CS host, Pushpender to explain the location to a hale driver of an auto-rikshaw. He was one hell of a gregarious man who made the ride a merry time and dropped me off at the mentioned spot. Pushpender met me at that spot and walked me to his abode. I was given a room to rest for the night.
His house in Amer is surrounded by beautiful, historical temples and old buildings. I decided to take a quick stroll around his place around 9 pm. To reach the main road, one has to pass a ghostly street and one side of a small palace which can give goosebumps to any person not used to that lane.
Morning walk to Amer Fort, sunrise is ought to be captured
January, 2016
The next morning, I grabbed my Nikon D5300 and popped off to see the Amer Fort. It was a short walk and it was a brilliant time when one isn't hurled by humans, the sunlight falls on the fort giving a mesmerizing view and walking throughout the fort makes up for the morning walk one might need.
After seeing the fort, I returned to Pushpender's place. Packed my stuff. And left for Jaipur railway station for a train to Vadodara.
Below are the pictures of
Amer city from the Amer fort
Amer Fort, almost there
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