Rajastahn - Digging the Vibe

Plane hopping again. Waltzed through security after yesterday’s shenanigans. What was that all about and what’s with confiscating my mosquito spray??? That’s India. No rhyme or reason.

I’m loving it here so far. Staying in what was once an old family home. More about the House of Rohat later. It’s quite amusing I’m in a long sleeve linen shirt and others are in padded down jackets.

There’s a real sense of character to this place. It’s battered and bruised in places but sits proudly in the landscape. Deep ochres, earthy reds and beautiful details. The general manager has a ‘tache to die for and the staff wear colourful turbans.

The horses are gentle and I’m so in love with their curly ears. Off to ride early tomorrow. It’s very different up here in the north.

The musicians sang a song about a wife having hiccups which were only cured after she said her husband’s name. They named the wife after me.

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