Highlights:

* Monkey Temple - Remote and quite, monks and alike were quite excited when we showed up. Two old men were pointing at different directions while talking to Jike in their local language, and it took a while for him to understand: they wanted to be photographed (for free)! We saw at least 20 monkeys of all sizes and shapes, and many with visible scars, probably from fighting for food or other things.

* Lunch and conversations with our driver - We knew about class and cult differences in India, but hadn't really experienced it first hand... until now. We invited our driver, who was the brother of the driver of Dr. Kalla, our friend's friend's friend, to lunch yesterday. He had reluctantly agreed, but didn't show up. On day two, we decided to try again and succeeded.

The driver was an interesting character. He took us around on an agenda (which we everntually figured out); he wore seatbelt in the pink city, and took it off as soon as we are outside of the city walls; we gave him our requests and tried to have a conversation at times. We were told by Dr. Kalla that we should not hire any guides, as the driver knows much about all the sites. However, we quickly realized his spoken English was very limited. For example:

Yue: Have you been to this place before?
Driver: Lunch?
Yue: Have you been here before?
Driver: Lunch, Shopping, then Dr. Kalla
Yue: OK, lunch

* Repeatedly running into some tourists. - One advantage of visiting small cities is that we repeatedly ran into many tourists. One actually came to talk to us, wondering if Cathy worked for Boeing (she were a Boeing T-shirt). We were also glad to tag on a Chinese tour group briefly, and listened in amazement while the Indian guide spoke perfect Mandarin.

We took the train back to Delhi, and again stayed at Hotel Star Paradise.