The next day I said goodbye to Andrew and asked the hotel reception to help me book a bus to Jaipur. I took a tuktuk to the bus station, waited about an hour, then boarded a nearly empty bus — apparently meant for tourists.
I enjoyed the views out my window and we even stopped for food along the way. We arrived around 4 pm, but the bus dropped us 10 km outside Jaipur just to dodge the tolls. So, I had to hop onto another cramped local bus.
By the time I got to the city center, I had no internet. I wanted to buy a local SIM but in India, oddly enough, it’s only possible at the airport.
I checked into a hotel that didn’t look as good as it did on Booking.com, and of course, they asked me to pay more. This time I just paid — too tired to argue. At night, I wandered through the lively streets of Jaipur, and did the same the next day. Without internet, though, it was far from easy.
Finally, I made it to Jaipur’s domestic airport for my flight to Chennai.