In Mumbai, I had started to not trust anyone native, always assuming that a seemingly innocent act of kindness was being driven by the desire to be paid (as it was). Leave Mumbai however, and the genuine curiousity and good in people flows freely. Along the path up to the temple, little shops, housed in tarps, are manned by people who do not throw their products in your face and nag you to buy something. They smile, and ask politely if you're interested, and when you reply no thanks, they say thank you, and have a nice evening, Namaste, and perhaps may you take a picture with me? Bizarre to be celebrities, but it's respectful and warm.
Our temple experience will be one of the more memorable moments here. Evening, so visitor numbers were dwindling. The guru and temple "keepers" were enamored with us, gave us fruit, special treatment, brought us inside the worshipping section which was gated to keep people out. He performed a ritual on us, wrapped us in a scarf, which he gifted me, painted our forheads, cracked coconuts to pour juice in our mouths and over our faces. I only wish I knew what any of it meant, but it was still amazing. Language barriers are toughest in the coolest places, as it happens, which makes sense.
Now making our way through Udaipur, a beautiful city in the desert-esque state of Rajasthan, bordering Pakistan. Always at least one stop behind with the photos...

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