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…
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