Planes, trains, automobiles, rickshaws, e-rickshaws, elephants, camels, boats, trucks...we experienced it all. Driving through India is like being in a dance with many performers moving through the tiniest of spaces and somehow making it to the end. Every arrival is like arriving at the end of a rollercoaster ride. We survived, barely.
Maharajas from Rajasthan have a title but usually don’t work. They’re families recently have converted their private homes (palaces) into hotels. Ratan Villas is where we stayed last night. We met the Maharaj and he let me take these photos. He’s 85 years old and he has grandchildren in university. The hope is that they take over the family name and protect the homes for future generations. We took our first Indian train ride from Jaipur to Jodhpur.
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