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Preparing for the Festival
Our flight would leave at 2:35pm today, so we knew we would
have to leave (sadly) the luxury of the Imperial Hotel. We decided to walk to
Connaught Place right near the hotel. There were some stores located there and
we wanted to check them out; our final shopping opportunity before we left for
the airport at noon. When we left the hotel, and started walking our way was
blocked by Metro construction. Immediately many different men came up to us,
telling us how to get there. Each had a slightly different story and we
intuitively felt they were shills trying to get us to their uncle’s store.
We walked for a while, trying to find the shopping area.
Finally one very nice young man, started to talking to us we trusted him. He
wrote down where we should go, hailed a rickshaw for us and negotiated a 20
rupee fee for him to take us to the store and wait for us and take us back to
the hotel. The rickshaw driver was very helpful, spoke excellent English and
drove us around the construction to a block that had several stores where we
bought shirts at $ 10 each after successful bargaining.
We drove to the airport (our new favorite airport in the
whole world) and flew uneventfully to Jaipur, the Pink City, where we will be
attending a 5 day literary festival. When the plane arrived we went to reclaim
our luggage and we had a typical Indian Experience. There were only two luggage
carousels and it wasn’t announced which one our luggage would be on. Every time
the one of carousels started spitting out luggage everyone would run to that
one. Then the other one would start spitting out luggage and everyone would
surge to it. Eventually we were all rewarded with our luggage. We were met by
our driver, who had been with us on a previous trip to Rajasthan. He will be
with us everyday driving us back and for to the conference or out to dinner or
shopping. It is nice having a chauffer especially in Indian traffic!
He drove us to the conference location the Diggi Palace,
where we decided to check it out. It starts tomorrow. It reminded me of a
typical pre-wedding scramble, workers everywhere pulling things together,
trying to get lights, banners and chairs in order. We were, however, able to
secure our badges for the event and the final the event. There is much security
at the event, because Salmon Rushdie will be there and the Death Fatwa on him
is still in effect. Ophra also will be there. There must by 100 difference
talks and events, it will be hard to choose.
We then went to our hotel, the Samode Havali. We have stayed
here before. It is an old mansion that has been converted in a hotel. We had
typical events checking in, our original room was very nice but on the 4th
floor with narrow steps to get to it compensated for by beautiful decks
overlooking the grounds. We instead chose a closer ground floor room. We put
our valuables in the safe and locked it. I then tried to retrieve them to get
something I needed and the safe wouldn’t open. Long story short: they used the
secret way to get into a hotel safe, declared the safe battery needed to be
replaced and later on they fixed it. In the interim I had all our valuables in
my backpack with me as we went to a well-deserved drink.
The hotel does have a near fatal (for me flaw). No internet
in the room, very spotty wifi in the open to the cold night air lounge. It was
quite a scene, all of these people from around the world bundled up with heavy
coats laptops, ipads and smart phones in hand trying to get on the internet.
Most were having no success. In the old days they all would have been there reading
an Agatha Christie novel, now they surf the net.
We ate a wonderful Indian dinner outside under two gas
heaters and then proceeded back to our warm wifi-less room.
If you are interested in the Jaipur Literary Festival
Details that we are participating in here is a link to it: Literary Festival.
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1 comment:
Greetings from a much warmer climate! Had a visit to our WiFi enabled room by the cyber butler at the Taj Conammera last night. The odd thing was that we'd didn't even call him. So much fun reading your blog. Sitting in the cold night air is worth it, at least from my selfish perspective. xoxo c
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