We breakfast at our primitive dwelling at Shapura
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| Have you ever felt you are being watched? |
and it is off on the road
with our talented Mr Manure to Bundi in Rajasthan.
Any tourist who considers driving himself here is a complete idiot; the give way rule: only give way to cows. I have read that the penalty for killing a cow in India is life imprisonment-cruel but fair!
We arrive in Bundi and our accommodation seems reasonable.
We wander down the street
to find lunch but after waiting for half an hour for it to arrive we give up.
We meet today's guide, Mr Chandrashekar who introduces himself by pointing out to me that I have sunscreen in my beard.
We inspect the fort and palace
which are the big ticket items around here.
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| Better not to ask! |
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| Mr Chandrashekar |
Then it is stepwell,
cenotaph
and lake visit time.
It turns out Mr C suffers with verbal diarrahoea and is somewhat irritating but does have a rather quaint style of English, a la Peter Sellers.
After the tour we go to the Rainbow cafe for thalli and entertainment, partly supplied by yours truly.
and it is off on the road
with our talented Mr Manure to Bundi in Rajasthan.
We wander down the street 
to find lunch but after waiting for half an hour for it to arrive we give up.
We meet today's guide, Mr Chandrashekar who introduces himself by pointing out to me that I have sunscreen in my beard.
which are the big ticket items around here.
cenotaph 
and lake visit time.
It turns out Mr C suffers with verbal diarrahoea and is somewhat irritating but does have a rather quaint style of English, a la Peter Sellers.
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