• Bundi

    3 марта 2019 г., Индия ⋅ ⛅ 22 °C

    Day 123 - 125.

    We travelled to Bundi via bus, nabbing the coverted window seats to ensure we were well set for the ride. And it was to be an enjoyable one at that, half spent day dreaming & dazing out across the vast landscape half capturing the hustle and bustle of transit towns as we rode on by.

    Bundi itself was a quaint town settled in the hillside under a towering and impressive fort. We headed straight for the hostel rooftop, watching the sun come down on this blue city to the sound of evening prayers, children playing all around and the odd over aggressive monkey was a pretty magical arrival.

    In contrast to the backpacker hub of Pushkar fellow travellers were minimal here, which meant dining alone and relatively early nights, this was welcome however and proved a valuable opportunity for us to practise our ever improving freestyle dance routines, which would stretch as far as a rooftop performance this time around!

    Dining alone turned out to be fairly accurate bar the overly chatty resturant host who insisted on joining us for our entire meal, watching every single mouthful of that Dhal go in. Typically this wouldn't be so bad but we were torn in this instance between his fantastic food and another session of anti-evolutionary theory rhetoric. Turns out food wins with us every time and we continued to return, "just nod and smile, nod and smile".

    Bundi was a photographer (or an amateur GoPro enthusiast's) dream. We spent the morning getting lost around the hillside temples, blue lined streets & hidden step wells. It was fascinating watching life here go on by and we were cheerfully greeted with Namaste on each and every corner we turned.

    Our second day in Bundi was one of the best days we've had travelling together so far which is saying something but is equally hard to explain why, I think we're just loving the adventure together. My ever improving shoulder massage technique is also certainly contributing the Limbsters overall happiness. 'Everyday is a Saturday' is always the moto on base camp but it has applied more than ever to Bundi.

    Not wanting to leave this town we extended our stay & packed up a picnic, which translated meant lots of fried samosa-like goodies and headed to Garadia Mahadev for the dag, a large gorge with beautiful river views. The trip was a resounding success bar the overly needy tuk tuk driver and his insatiable desire for ear drum busting Hindi music.

    After 3 nights we said goodbye to Bundi over one last rooftop chai and headed back to the bus station, Jaipur bound.
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