And one final blog post to wrap up our trip…..
We left our hotel  Friday morning, bags tied precariously on to the top of our transport with one piece of rope (!), and headed to Jaipur with a short stopover at Bagru to visit a traditional fabric dying and block printing workshop.

Yes, 7 of us (plus driver) fit into there.
And one final blog post to wrap up our trip…..
We left our hotel  Friday morning, bags tied precariously on to the top of our transport with one piece of rope (!), and headed to Jaipur with a short stopover at Bagru to visit a traditional fabric dying and block printing workshop.  Fabric dying is not done on the Barefoot campus so this was a unique opportunity to see how natural dyes are made.  Turmeric, rusted metal horseshoes and various other extracts from nuts and flowers were each mixed with water and a chalk binding agent to produce pots and pots of deep, vibrant colours.  The dyed cloth was hung out in the narrow laneways to dry in the hot breeze.
We got into Jaipur in the early afternoon and had some free time to wander around the local markets – silver, more cloth, leather, copper, steel, paper, ceramics and always more great food.  After three full days here, we’re only just scratching the surface of what there is to see in this amazing city.
A final celebratory Indian meal on the rooftop of the Pearl Palace capped off our final day.
We said our goodbyes the next morning to Emma and Clio who are staying on for one more week (lucky gals), and flew off to Delhi.  With a 9 hour layover at Indira Gandhi Airport we decided to make the most of our time and take the metro down into the heart of the Old City.  We headed directly into Chandi Chowk, a dense rabbit warren of narrow winding paths that connect market after market after market. This was a feast for the senses; we ate freshly prepared Masala Dosa on the street, ran our fingers over woven baskets, marble, sandstone, flowers, and yes, more cloth, inhaled the fragrances of spices, samosas, rotting garbage and incense. We were barraged by the cacophony of horns blaring and hawkers selling their wares, and bombarded with a riot of colour at every turn. Right until the very last moment it left us in awe of this amazing country.
Without question we’ll be back!
Bagru
Woodblocks upon woodblocks.
Amazing to think, this cloth will become that Sari!
Saris waiting to be printed.
Worshipping the natural dyes.
The intricacy of the wood blocks is still awe inspiring.
This nut makes maroon.
Jaipur
Jaipur, the “Pink City”
Making paneer.

 

So may doorways…
to wonder though…

 

The spectacular Hawa Mahal

 

The many wonderful colours and
textures of Jaipur.
From Jelabi, to Marigold offerings,
 and old sewing machines

 

Delhi
Delhi, a cacophony for all the senses.

 

Down narrow streets, there is a constant stream a people passing by (many carrying incredibly heavy boxes)
Lahore Gate at the Red Fort.

 

Temple offerings.

 

Delicious Masala Dosa

 

Hard to believe that between us and that temple is a street (parking lot is probably more apropos)

 

Jain Temple and bird hospital (behind lots of traffic).

 

No need for trees or bananas when there’s plenty electrical wires and garbage.