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Hopefully, my pictures have eased some suspicions of my exotic whereabouts. These second batch of pictures were taken yesterday throughout three places.
1. Modhera Sun Temple
2. Adalaj (an extravagant well)
3. Ghandi's Ashram--Tour of museum, grounds and even his own house
What was amazing about all three of these sights, even the well (surprisingly) was the extreme sense of surprise that onlookers had upon us. With cameras and uneasy smiles, our excitement and perceptions of the unknown were mirror reflections of the native people.
I wish you all were here to share the experiences of visiting these historic and breathtaking sites. Some are so indescribable that my pictures and words will fail to depict their essence. The Modhera Sun Temple was our first excursion. As we cascaded down the steep walls of the temple, we saw a young Indian couple. They did not touch; however, her jewel adorned sari made it known. They were newlyweds, as it is tradition to wear brightly colored and decorated saris. (Also, upon engagement, women wear glass bangles up their arm--some even up to their shoulders--and wear them until every, single bracelet breaks.
It was hot, and there was a foul smell that was later found out to be bat pee (Yummy).
Ajalaj, an ancient well that also had the strong odor of bat urine, was next on our list of sights to see. While we were walking towards the well entrance, we began to notice that the well wasn't the main attraction at all--we were, Americans. Indian men, women and children swarmed into the well after us and our verbose tour guide whose name escapes me now. Most women, as we soon found out were thrilled to be in a picture with members of our group, including yours truly. This was not my favorite spot, but memorable.
Pulling up to Ghandi's Ashram was indifferent to be honest. I knew very little about this man other than general facts, but one step into this holy place and everything changed. The museum, on the left, was alongside a wide stone entrance way path that led to his frugal home and orphanage on the right. Timeless photos filled the museum walls, all photos of Ghandi during different movements, sufferings and both monumental and simple life moments. His words act as symbols of all that is beautiful in this world--an inspiring moment in every glance (Fav picture--in front of "My life is my message" museum display).
A long day.
First day of Class. More peanut butter. Three out of our thirteen have fallen ill. Turned into Tanya Horton and busted out a P90X class in the quad in 120 degree heat. Feeling much better after a little cardio.
Jaipur, please hurry.
