O7/31/22 Delhi to Mandawa
July 31 - Delhi to Mandawa
We had an early start. We generally pack our gear at night and have our bags ready to go by morning. We leave our bags outside the room and head for breakfast. Our bags magically make their way on to the bus.
Today I was smarter than usual. I took my Starbucks travel cup to breakfast and filled it with chai. The best start of the day!
Our bus is a mini bus that sits 21 people. We are comfortable in a group of 12 because we each get a seat to ourselves. It means that everyone gets a window to watch the passings.
We visited Qutb Minar before leaving Delhi. It is the tallest stone tower. It was built by a ruler to honour himself. A later ruler began building a larger minar in the same conplex. It was a “mine’s bigger than yours” type situation. However, he never finished it, as he passed. Emma is quite determined to bring home and India squirrel.
It is quite common for locals to ask us for photos. They will pose with us, ask for selfies or ask to take our picture while holding their babies. It makes me wonder how many Indian families have our portraits stuck in their refrigerators.
We arrived in Mandwala and checked into our hotel. It is my favourite “fun” hotel. We made good use of the daylight hours by going on a brief walking tour of the village. We visited a handful of favelli. These are a two story home, with an interior courtyard.Guests and business transactions would be welcomed in the side the first courtyard, but the interior sanctum was reserved for family.
The majority of the Havelli are in a terrible state of disrepair and abondomwnt. Most have been empty for 40-70 years. To have experience the “hey day” of this community would have been incredible. One has to work hard to imagine the opulence that once was ….
Our evening wrapped up at the pool and watching a local puppet show. It is heart breaking to hear of the struggles the locals have endured due to Covid. The puppet-master shared that we were his first performance in almost 3 years. The meager $100 we spent collectively on his souvenirs brought tears of gratitude to his face.
Our privilege has never been more obvious.
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