Retroactive Rajasthani

I loathe anachronism. Mismanagement of temporal linearity which is not oriented towards precise narrative effects makes me jumpy. Too brief commentary makes me worry that something has been left out. Still, I've a wad of photos from Rajasthan already aging. I've been learning about the interwebs (a term which will never strike me as le mot juste) from someone who could barely read when the term information superhighway was hot. I've been getting tutorials in 733tspeak. Damn, I'm forgetting all my lessons. Clearly a noob.

Anyway. Time is passing. I'm out of touch and this blog might be getting out of date. These are like, last week's photos. Three thousand word's worth.

The blue blue houses of Jodphur.

Udaipur floats on a lake in the mountains.
It's the Venice of Rajasthan. I've been to the Venices of Asia (Bangkok and Phnom Penh), the Venice of East Africa (Zanzibar - a long shot) and now the Venice of Rajasthan.
The city floats on the lake and we floated by on a boat, a safe haven for taking voyeuristic photos of beautiful women in bright saris washing their clothes and themselves.

Time was passing. It's stopped in the present. I'm in Chennai now and spending the next week or so in Tamil Nadu. Once my ticket back to Sydney is in my pocket, I'm heading north again. I don't have much time left in India so I will be earnestly looking to make connection with my spiritual side. I'm doubling my stake: Varinasi and Allahabad; Bodhgaya, Sarnath and Kushinagar. Uplife. Awaits.