Where Did All the Hotels Gooooo!

Woke up as the bus stopped, no clue if this is the stop but everybody else was getting off so we followed suit. Cookie was saying is this Jaipur is this Jaipur to these guys and getting these blank stares in return. What my dear, is the definition of insanity? Once we got off the bus, despite it being like six am, we were inundated with you want rickshaw (tuk-tuk) on and on. Cook was just going no, we don't know, no, leave us alone, we want to walk. This guy said you want hotel and you want to walk, come this way. So we figured that we'd follow him so we could find the hotel area. Wow, their hotels are on all these dirty streets with the bus area next door and nothing nice around, not my types of places. This place was not good, dark and awful location, so we said no. The man said ok three hotels for 50 ruppees, come in my rickshaw and saying come like we were dogs or something. He turned one way down a corner and we turned the other, and we didn't look back. Speaking of dogs I saw this one dog run by and the will to live that it had, oh it was horrible, half the skin on its head was gone and I could see a baseball sized patch of it's brain; and it was just running down the street. We walked down past all the buses trying to find the fabled "pink city" part of Jaipur and all the bus drivers are saying "miss miss, excuse me, Agra, Dehli" Cookie is getting upset and losing it going no no nooooo and getting mad. It was cracking me up because you have to realize how it looked, we are walking aroung looking lost wearing our big old back packs along the line of parked buses they call a bus station. They thought we were looking for our bus and trying to help and she is getting mad at them. In her defense we were both exhausted, however I managed to still be polite. We decided to go to Hawa Mahal, the palace of the winds, because it is a major tourist attraction there and we figured there would have to be accomadation near-by. Well, wrong. The driver dropped us off there and then was trying to get us to go with him for the day. We didn't but we walked about a mile down the road looking for hotels. Saw one, we had high hopes as they were cleaning the front and it looked freshly painted, but I didn't even get in the room before Cookie was charging back out towards me, all I could see was a pillow case that looked like it belonged to Edward Scissorhands, shredded to bits, and as we walk out the guy is dropping the price. Come on dudes, spring for the new pillowcase. I think even the places that are only 100 ruppees (a little more then 2 dollars) have intact pillowcases. Of course we are too scared to go into those, some of the 4 and 5 hundreds have terrified us. Anyway we doubled back and were just asking random people hotels, guesthouse, this way? Finally one guy, at Ashoka Sarees, said "oh I know a nice one, hold on" and got us a rickshaw there. Let me tell you the Hotel Diggi Palace was a breath of fresh air. It had this giant garden and beautiful old buildings, and it was so clean you just forgot that you are in the middle of the city. And joyof joys they had a room. We immediately took it, paid the driver and crashed. Spent the rest of the day sleeping, journaling (I was well over a week behind) and trying to get better. Poor monkey butt, she has been afflicted nearly as long as I've had this cold. No matter, tommorrow we head out anyway.  

If that bus was the best don't show me the rest.