After coming from rural homestay’s in majkhali – helping our homestay mothers gather hay in the fields, living without running water and quietly contemplating the natural surroundings, the dust and bustle of Jaipur was shocking. For me at least, Jaipur represented a relapse into western habits. I was constantly looking for western food/attempting to feed my pizza addiction and was willing to pay whatever it took. We stopped repeatedly at “naturals” ( the best ice cream in Jaipur, arguably India)
This was all in the context of the deeply rooted tradition and culture that Jaipur had to offer. We explored the Wind Palace, stood in the shadow of the Hawa Mahal – which reminded me of an assortment of tiny houses stacked on top of each other, and played sardines in the crowded halls of the Amber fort. We travelled to the town of Bagru to learn about the rich history of traditional block printing in the area and got the opportunity to try out block printing ourselves. We printed our own scarves with designs ranging from pineapples to elephants. I used a flower block to create my blue and white scarf.