I forgot to mention one important thing about Udaipur. One day T and I
 walked down to the boat jetty, just for the sake of it. When we gt
 there, there was a band from Ahmedabad, all dressed in Rajput traditional
 costume hanging out by the water. Inside the gates of the City Palace,
 people were getting elephants ready for a procession, presumably for the
 ministers daughter's wedding. After standing around for a while, we
 started walking back up the hill to town.

As we were walking, a couple with a baby appeared. The wife walked up
 to me and handed me her baby. Here, take it, she said, planting the
 little boy on my hip. I stopped for a second and looked down at the
 adorable child, who must have been a little more than a year old. Then I
 thought, I could run away with this kid right now! I didn't because A: I was
 wearing flipflops and who can run in those? B: I am scared of Indian
 jail and C: Kids wake up so early, yo. So instead I stood there like a
 fool, holding on to the little boy as the wife stood next to me and the
 husband took the picture. In response, T took a picture of the three of
 us, but unfortunately the wife took her son back so you cant see me
 awkwardly holding him, trying to plan my escape. Please admire my
 restraint.