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.
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Taj Mahal – The Greatest Symbol of Love?
If you missed our third installment of our 18 day driving tour through Rajastan catch up with it here. Now, our final post on this amazing journey.
By this point in our drive we were, quite frankly, fed up with India. The crowds, cow traffic jams, garbage everywhere, open sewers, bad roads and chauvinistic men had caused my temper to be at the point of breaking. As we neared the end of our tour in the North we were at the point of just wanting to get it over with and head South to see if we could re-capture the magic of Incredible India. But first, the Taj Mahal, routinely viewed as the most majestic symbol of love the world has ever known. Continue reading
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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
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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.
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







