We almost bussed in to Jaipur from Delhi when we said to each other “Are you nuts?” and decided to go by train instead. Bette and I love trains and wish we had them back home in Las Vegas, and not the little ones that go down the strip, but a train to take you to Phoenix or San Diego, where you can sit down like in comfort and have 110 volt outlets at your disposal. We love the Hurley burly ride of trains, the happy chatty people on this one as we ride our way in Jaipur, the Pink City, and looked forward to seeing some of the luxury hotels Jaipur provides the traveler. a robust fellow seated next to us peered at his hi tech lap top while beyond him in the window of the train we could see farms tended by people with hoes and shovels, pouring buckets of water. He proceeded to produce a foil wrapped lunch, as did everyone on the train, as if on some unheard signal, as the train, already slightly fragrant, became a traveling food court, as chutneys and puri breads and vindaloos and chapattis and curried chick peas and palak paneer and just about every Indian food delight, as we trundled in our rather nice train car throughout Indian countryside. Not to be out done, we had some eggplant lentils and potatoes in turmeric and a mango pickle for tartness, and health. Funny, Bette and I feel our best when we have had Indian food for a few days, either while i country, or at home in Vegas finishing off leftovers over a few days. We are both busy and left overs suit us fine. This trip did not disappoint us, as we felt great the whole time.

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