Rajastan, India. A fascinating, frustrating, amazing part of the world. The exquisite workmanship and carvings make for a photographers delight.
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Foto Friday
India, a land of mystery, magic, chaos and frustration. We just spent a delightful evening talking travel with friends and no matter where the subject turned, it always came back to India. Amazing how a place can seep into your soul forever.
Foto Friday
India, the name alone captures the imagination. Fascinating, frustrating, and complex, it’s the most intriguing place we’ve ever been and we can’t wait to return. Here is the ceiling detail of one of the havali’s we stayed in on our tour of Rajastan.
Rajastan III – Land of Maharaja’s and Pilgrams
Udaipur, most famous for it’s Lake Palace, was the next stop on our route. It does, of course, also have an impressive fort! Built in 1559, and fort is massive with many overlapping courtyards, terraces, and gardens and set overlooking the lake and the Maharaja’s current residence on the far side.
Enduring Rajastan – A Continuing Journey Back in Time.
If you missed it, make sure to catch up with part one of our Rajastan journey.
We continued on from Bikaner, further into the desert west towards Jaisalmer. Located near the Pakistan border, Jaisalmer has a significant military presence and an impressive fort. Continue reading
A Timeless Journey through Rajastan, or, what happens when you’re scammed in India.
Rajastan – The name along evokes images of camel caravans, bearded desert Bedouins touting sabers, and incense soaked markets. I’ve split our story of Rajastan into four separate posts, the area is too overwhelming to be confined to just one.
Camel carts in Rajastan
We arrived in India at midnight, the unfortunate time of many international arriving flights. After two hours in the dank, decrepit Delhi airport, we had our bags and exited the airport into the chill of the night. Shocked and discombobulated by the hundreds of touts and taxi drivers vying for our attention we chose one and were off to our hotel. Or so we thought. Continue reading