





The next day we drove to Udaipur in the morning which took about 6 hours I think. We’ve had some really long drives but it never seems like that. Looking out the window here is never boring. And we got a flat tire along the way but Rajeev changed it quickly.
Rajeev told us Udaipur is the place to buy a saree, so he took us to a store so Katy could pick one out. She picked teal, of course, and they would make it and drop it off at our hotel the next day.
When we came out of the store, Rajeev ran into his cousin Jagdish who said that his wife could do henna for us if we wanted to come over to his house. He asked where we were from, we said US and of course he said, “ohhhhh Obama.” Yes, Obama. Then he asked, “Is he American or foreigner?” And we were like, “What? What is he talking about?” We told him Obama is American. He seemed confused and said, “Then why is his skin dark?” (*If you’re from Africa, then why are you white?*) We tried being PC and explaining to him that Obama is half African-American but he didn’t understand what that meant so we said he’s half black and he knew what that meant…but he was still confused as to why he’s president. Weird conversation.
We went back to Jagdish’s house and met his wife and two sons. His wife didn’t look too excited to be doing henna for us. It seemed like it was something he volunteered her to do rather than ask her. Their house was tiny, only a small kitchen and one bedroom, and it looked like they didn’t have much, but he still invited us to stay for dinner. Our henna ended up taking almost 3 hours so we decided that we would come back for dinner the next night. I actually didn’t really like my henna, I liked Katy’s better. It was like she did the wrong design on each of us. Katy’s was more flowery, like I wanted, and mine was more geometric. It was still very well done, just not really what I had in mind. When she was done, Rajeev took us back to our hotel and we had dinner on the roof.
On our second day in Udaipur, Rajeev pointed us in the right direction and we walked to look at some of the sights in the city. Udaipur has a City Palace too, so we took a tour of that, which took up most of the morning. More ornate carvings and fancy palace things. Udaipur also has a palace out in the middle of the lake that looks like it’s floating. Part of it is a hotel now, but it’s really expensive to stay there.
We had lunch at a restaurant overlooking the lake palace and then met up with Rajeev at 3. He took us to a craft village to see how people outside the cities live. It would have been interesting, but it was about 1000 degrees outside and our guide was about as interesting as the cow dung that the huts he was showing us were made out of.
When that was finally over, Rajeev took us back to the hotel to rest and wait for Katy’s saree to be delivered. Jagdish volunteered his wife (again) to teach Katy how to wear it. Rajeev took us to meet Jagdish near his house. Since some of the streets near his house are too narrow to drive a car on, Jagdish took us the rest of the way on his motorcycle. I see entire families, including newborn babies, on motorcycles here every day and I like to think I’m tougher than a newborn baby most of the time, so I thought, why not. We weren’t going on the highway or anything so we wouldn’t be going fast. I’m not sure why, but Rajeev didn’t come with us to dinner.
Before dinner, Jagdish’s wife showed Katy how to wear her saree, and she even gave her a bindi and put lipstick on her. She looked pretty authentically Indian. They only had two rooms in their house, so we ate in their bedroom…no table. The food was really good and we could tell they went out of their way to get special things for us. It was also a lot different than the Indian food we’d been having at restaurants, but still very good. She made rice with a bunch of spices in it, chipati, and potatoes, and then she got some Indian sweets from the market. Indian desserts are SO sweet, almost too sweet. It’s usually some sort of fried dough soaked in sugar syrup. They’re good but there’s no way you can eat more than one.
After dinner, Jagdish took us back to our hotel on his motorcycle. It was really nice of them to have us over, especially since they had just met us and don’t have much money. Everyone we’ve met has been willing to share what they have, even if it’s very little.