I was due to be at Udaipur Airport at 3.30pm and had been reliably informed that the journey, from my guesthouse at Hanuman Ghat, would take no longer than one hour. Having spent a fair while in India by this point I had the sense to leave early. At 1pm I climbed into my taxi and ...
An early morning phone call was made this morning. My fingers were dialing before I'd fully woken up. Tom had spent the night on the street in Calcutta (something to do with being skint?!) and I was a little concerned for his safely. Having found him to be well and in remarkably good spirits I ...
I started the day on my hotel’s rooftop watching the sunrise over a breakfast of coffee and mango lassi, before some aimless chai filled wanderings stole the best part of two hours. I spent the ‘heat of the day’ basking in sunbeams by the swimming pool I had discovered yesterday. It was lovely and all ...
After my night on the bus/street I checked into my room then went straight up to the rooftop for breakfast. It was still early enough to catch the sunrise which was, as always, beautiful. At 9am I ventured over the bridge at Hanuman Ghat and into town with the intention of quickly posting a few ...
I was informed, by way of a phone call by the travel agent, that a taxi would collect me outside the Taj Hotel at 7pm. It would, all going well, drive me into Ajmer from where I’d catch my bus to Udaipur at 9.30pm. At 8.30pm I was still sitting on the kerb outside the ...
Whilst in Pushkar I spent many hours wandering through it's enchanting side streets, stopping along the way to fuel my chai habit and to take photographs of the pretty courtyards, quirky little shops and a number of other things that held my interest. This post is a testament to those lost hours....
This morning, as uausal, I was up before the sun. After a couple of chai stops I made my way down to the lake for sunrise. It was a beautiful way to start the day and so peaceful with only a few cows and monkeys for company. After an hour or so of perfect peace ...
In venturing to the lake shores I was met by a much busier, chaotic Puskar than the one I had remembered. Everyone was dressed up to the nines, holy men walked the streets in their droves parading their 6 legged cows, bells were ringing and the air was thick with smoke from burning incense and ...
