Pretty much on a whim, Irene and I visited the Galtaji Monkey Temple. This was a temple in the backcountry of Jaipur, definitely another world, a land that time forgot. Getting there required traveling through a very old village and making our way through two herds of cows. We also encountered numerous peacocks, the Indian national bird.
While there, we met the monkey temple priest. He took us into the temple of Hanuman, the monkey god. We had to put our shoes in a locked bin to prevent the roaming throngs of monkeys from absconding with them and turning them into playthings. In the words of the temple priest, “they are naughty monkeys.”
While there, he said a prayer for us, tied holy red and yellow thread onto our right wrists, flower garlands around our necks, sweets to eat, and placed a red line on our foreheads for good luck. Irene was sick with a cold upon entering and swore she felt better after the blessing.
This temple was simple, not spectacular place that had a mystical feel. I would have walked around in bare feet to feel the mystical energy except for fear of monkey droppings getting stuck between my toes and wedged in my toe nails.
If we had the chance, we would go back to this temple and have the priest marry us.
Camera: Canon EOS Rebel T3i
Lens: 18-55 @ 23.0 mm
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