Jodhpur is one of my favorite Indian cities. Unfortunately, I was lucky enough to stay there for only one day. But it was enough to preserve some warm, pleasant memories. By the way, it is also called the blue city because of the characteristic color of many houses.

I think the impression of a place is influenced by several factors:
- the hotel or hostel, the place where you stay
- the weather
- the city itself
- and the company, friends
- the internal state and bias

Here I had probably the best hotel in India - a large room, with several windows (whoever has been to this country will understand the significance of this moment), with a balcony, a clean bathroom with a partition and a rooftop terrace with a view of the local Mehrangarh Fort. It cost only $9 at the exchange rate at that time.

Two days before this I met Deborah in Udaipur. And so, walking around the area, I see something like a pool or a well, at least 10 meters in size and the same depth, with green water, with schools of strange fish. Local guys were jumping into it from the high banks. And imagine my surprise when suddenly a call rang and I heard on the phone "Turn around, I'm behind you!" She was sitting surrounded by local guys, also stopping here during a walk, and these guys had already started to woo her)) What an unexpected, chance meeting! We spent the day walking around the city, taking pictures and talking in my broken English.

In Jodhpur, it's great to just wander around the city and look around. I remember walking along the central square with a clock in the evening, dreaming of drinking the masala tea that I loved so much. And the local barista uncle with his mobile tent sticks his skinny, black finger right inside the glass to take it and pour tea. And then he hands the mug to me. "Who the hell knows where this finger has been during the day" - I thought then. But on the other hand, "Everyone drinks and I really, really want this tea now. Oh well!" - I thought, forgetting about the finger and still drinking the hot, invigorating drink. At that moment, India accepted me, and I accepted India.

And the next day I had to go to Jaipur, because we agreed to meet a friend from Almaty. By the way, Jaipur was the only city in India where I got food poisoning, and from Almaty sausage. And the city turned out to be exactly on the opposite side of the "Like it or not" scale with a minus sign. But that's a completely different story.

Below I'll attach photos of Jodhpur, just look - what an amazing place it is!

Location: Jodhpur, India