We get up in the morning and have the best home made jam in at least three continents. We say good bye to the royal Mr. Wilt Chamberlain of India (he was very tall and I don’t remember his name) and head down the highway to Udaipur.
On the way we stopped at a roadside stand where we ate balls of grain that were buried in hot ashes.
Nancy appeared to be enjoying them.
Could have been the drugs I surreptitiously I put in her morning coffee.
We arrive in Udaipur and take a boat to the The Floating Palace in the middle of the lake there. Lovely, they shower us with rose petals.
