This was called the Palace of the Winds and was in downtown Jaipur, where there were loads of markets and lots and lots of people who, according to them, were not only my friend, but were offering berry good quality merchandise at berry good price. Which was nice.

This is our tour-guide, Mr. Makesh, who told us some really awful jokes, including one he described as 'spicy', naughty boy, but really wasn't. I felt like telling him my own brand of spicy joke, but I don't think he would have been able for it.
He's wearing my glasses. I took them back very soon after this picture. It was for the best.

We went to a place called Jantar Mantar, which at first looks like the most random collection of funny-looking erections, but is actually an observatory built by the 18th century warrior-astromomer (oh yes), Jai Singh. I think this weird contraption worked out the position of the sun.

This was another sun-locator type thingy.

These are special horoscope worker-outers. There were 12 - one for each sign of the Zodiac.

This is a view of the City Palace complex from the top of one of the instruments.

This is a view of the biggest sundial in the world, with a 27m-high gnomon. Sounds terrifying to me, but fortunately we didn't see the giant bearded chap with his red hat anywhere, not fishing or anything.

Here it is from a more sun-dially angle.

The City Palace.

This is a silver jar that was designed to bring 9000 litres of Ganges water with the King on his trip to London. It's twin is next to it. They are the biggest of their type in the world.

The jar close up.

Here we are sitting in the palace's Summer door. There are three more in this courtyard - Spring, Autumn and Monsoon.

This is called the Water Palace. It was a bit like the King's batchelor pad where he could go, hang with the boys, have a few brews and invite over some concubines without his wives knowing.

After the palace in Jaipur, we went to a fort just outside. This is an elephant bathing in the fort's moat.

This is a view of elephants, touts and tourists in the courtyard of the fort. I managed to buy a two-day old Irish Indpendant from a guy selling papers down there.

This was the Queens' garden, where they could go and sit on plastic patio furniture and drink Bacardi Breezers until the cows came home. Or just wander aimlessly on the streets of downtown Jaipur.

Fun with shapes.

Then things just got silly.

Charlie's Angels pose. Not sure why.