“And then we will visit a rat temple.” I said when we were planning the trip. My friend’s blue eyes almost popped out of her head: “I am not sure I will be able to do that!”… but we did…
Special thanks to my friend to take the close up of the rat…
Well, we tried to visit the temple. Especially my friend is being interrupted every 2 minutes for a picture. We don’t really mind and patiently pose with a group of friends in sandwich style (great fun and big laughs), family one, family two, child one, family three, child two, child three and four together, a groom to be (“Is it allowed to hold him?” We don’t want to offend anyone… “yes, yes, no problem”… haha, yes today no problem, tomorrow big problem).
Anyhow in between pictures we chase the rats, or “mice” as they call them here. I am so afraid of one running over my feet, nibbling on my toes or whatever other thing they might be able to do. Before I knew I had kicked one a few meters further down the corridor… I felt I had launched something soft and furry while I was making my way across the inside of the temple. My apologies.
After two hours I get a bit claustrophobic and in need to get outside and wash my feet, disinfect my feet…. NOW. My friend who was so appalled by the initial idea was now completely into it – she was prepared… wearing socks – and kept on going taking selfies with the “mice”.
I thought it would have been much more crowded but it wasn’t. There were not many non-Indian tourists here, which we liked. We had some great connections and conversations (and picture taking of course). In hindsight it looks like the West of Rajasthan was more our thing, less crowded, more relaxed, less non-local tourists. Brilliant.
Really happy we did this, what an extraordinary experience.
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