Rajasthan - Bundi

Rajasthan - Bundi -

Oh what an absolute joy to leave the heat, pollution and humidity of Delhi! Our train arrived on time in Kota, after which we jumped a local bus - 6 to a 3 person seat of course, and had a 1 hour very eventful ride to Bundi. Phil, white knuckled and a bit strung out will talk about that in his blog. I am more of a law of averages person, and trust that the bus drivers are used to - passing on corners, weaving amongst the other traffic and cows on the road, and basically not driving to the traffic conditions!

The first thing we noticed about Bundi is that, as we had actually booked where we were going to stay, we had no hassals at the bus station and very easily jumped in a Tuk Tuk and got to the guest house.

Bundi isn't super small, about 90,000 people, but it seemed tiny compared to where we had come from. People were gorgeous and we had our first experience of the beautiful architecture that Rajasthan is famous for. I am sure everyone has seen the blue painted buildings of Rajasthan, we are now in the land of blue. Of course there is a reason for everything - blue was the cheapest paint at that time!

Our time in Bundi was a day cycling in the countryside - thought we would get a bit of training in! (Single speeders eat your heart out!), wandering around the amazing Palace, checking out the monkeys - which are a nuisance, but protected like the cows! This was our first real chill out place, so we did a bit of that as well, which was glorious. As it was still very hot and humid, we did the get up early in the morning, and do something then, then have some ciesta time in the middle of the day, finally emerging again when it cooled down in the early evening. It's not a time to tick off everything in the book, which is absolutely fine by us. It's just too hot, and that's not really what we came to do...

Special moments - lots but some below:

- our first night there it rained and rained, the place we were staying in was owned by two brothers and their wives, they were hanging out for rain, and when it did the wives invited me up to the roof to dance with them in the rain. Gorgeous, hot and wet rain!

- the three (very) good looking boys from Delhi who stopped and talked to us when we were out cycling

- hanging out with the weaver while it absolutely bucked it down outside.