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Day 114: Roll up! Roll up! See the world’s largest turban! This sizeable, dare I say unwieldy, creation certainly laid laim to the title however I won’t be convinced of its supremacy until I see someone wearing it.

Days 111-114: Water, in sufficient quantities, is a sure-fire salve for the nerves of the most jangled traveller. Udaipur had lots of it. With a whitewashed palace in the middle of a man-made lake made famous by the James Bond movie Octopussy, and a golden-hued palace lining the shore, Udaipur was one of those picture-postcard […]

Days 111-114: You couldn’t complain about the view from the rooftop in Udaipur. Hotel Wonderview indeed. Nice folks too.

Day 110: Jodphur’s fort was the most magnificent of those we had seen in India; one local sign proudly reminded us that it had recently been named Asia’s best fort. (It’s always difficult to judge these things.)
One thing was for sure; the audio tour of the fort and palace was truly wonderful, narrated roundly […]

Day 110: In Jodphur, with only a day to see the city and its environs, we headed out on one of the popular locality tours for some hands-on experiences. Making a turban, for example, seemed to come easily to me, although the final product did not entirely resemble the demonstration model.
Our impromptu pottery class […]

Day 109: Arriving late in Jodphur by train, we disembarked one station before Jodphur central to be just around the corner from our home for the night, the Durag Niwas Guest House. A night before we left Australia, a friend of ours advised us that the best places to stay in India were family-run guest […]

Day 108: Inside the restored palace within Jaisalmer’s fort was a room in which dozens of portraits of the Mughal rulers hung. These were men whose reputations firmly depended on their moustaches.
All throughout Rajasthan, but particularly in Jaisalmer, Jodhpur and Udaipur, we came across men with both ears pierced - a Mughal tradition that has […]

Day 106: It was in Pushkar that we said goodbye to our driver of eight days, Wajid (or Vicky to his friends). This is India, so we weren’t just passengers to Wajid, we were much more than that: we were a mobile business opportunity waiting to happen.
Despite Wajid’s constant reminders to us that “it […]