Blogs from Bundi, Rajasthan, India, Asia - page 3

9.30PM. 20th Dec 2010. (I dedicate this post to the awesome travelers I met in Bundi, who've made my stay in Bundi enjoyable.) I boarded the bus from Udaipur Bus Station that was meant to go to Bundi. I called up Uma Megh Haveli in Bundi earlier, and said that I'll reach there slightly earlier than expected, thus I won't be left outside in the cold (Oh it was bloody freezing, I'm not really used to cold climate). The Lonely Planet mentioned this about bus rides to Bundi: "Bus rides to Bundi are for thrill-seekers and sadomasochists only." Hmmm.. well it wouldn't hurt to try it out, besides, life is short for one to enjoy, so make full use of it aye? Wham! Boom. Bam! What a fucking rocky and bumpy ride throughout the whole 6 ... read more

It would take an exceptionally hard-hearted person to not be just a little bit charmed by Bundi. Its beauty lies not in the attractions it possess, indeed the only disappointing part of our time here was our visit to the palace, but rather in the quality of its heart, the purity of its soul. I apologise for my shameless hippy-speak and ridiculous anthropomorphism, but Bundi's charm is completely intangible and very hard to describe. It cannot be found in the exhibits in its museums, in the grandeur of its palace or the strength of its fort; you will not find it being served in one of its restaurants, in a haveli hotel, inside a Shiva temple, nor at the bottom of one of its numerous tanks. Your time will be wasted if you attempt to find ... read more

Hallo! nun die tage neigen sich dem Ende zu und wir sind in einem wirklich netten kleinem Ort...Bundi...sagt nicht ihr kennt diese Weltstadt nicht:-) also letzte Nachricht war von Udaipur wir eigentlich enttaescht von dieser ach so romantischen staftaber am naechsten tag wurden wir wieder vesoehnt wir etwas enttaeushct...nein sogar sehr enttaeshct, weil wir bis dato eine STadt gesehen haben, die vom tourismus voellig verandert wurde..ein sinnloser souvenirladen neben dem anderen und nichts mehr was einer normlen stadt gleicht!!! am letzten tag, wo wir endlich wieder ein unheimlich gutes fruchtmuesli gegessne haben....denn leider ist strassenkuech hier einfach nicht ausgepraegt und wenn wir dann bereit sind zu essen, abends, dann gibt es nichts mher...alos indische kueche und wir sind momentan nicht gut zu sprechen.... ja also am letzen tag, da wir bei der suche nach etwas nettem ... read more

“No, no, you can’t go outside now. Your fever is hot and your blood is very warm. I’ve given you medicine for pain and you must sleep now. I’m sorry,” said Mama, the owner of the 250 year old guest house in Bundi that I was staying in. During the bus ride from Kota to Bundi I’d started feeling weak, and within an hour could tell that I was definitely coming down with something. I arrived at the guest house at 6:00pm and immediately fell asleep. A few hours later I awoke with a fever, and decided that food was in order if I was to have a chance at combating the illness. I walked into the living room to find Mama and a number of other travelers scattered around the TV watching (and in the ... read more

Clutching desperately to both, we bounced over bone-shaking roads bordering Bundi. Leaving behind the funeral ceremonies caused by the death of the latest Maharaja of Bundi and the surrounding squabbles around the succession we headed out to see some rock paintings with our new found friend Sharad, a retired engineer, living near Seattle, touring around his home country without his wife. Graeme and he waxed eloquent about the romance of heading off on an old Enfield. A brief romance as Honda Heroes were thought to be far more reliable. We had met a group of fathers and sons from the UK touring around on clapped out Enfields that they were lovingly tending and coaxing around India before shipping them back. We met a young Canadian on a bright red one stuffed with backpacks and paraphernalia. In ... read more