On a Mountain Pass
These women are literally sitting on a wall alongside a mountain rode not close to anything in particular. Made a great photo for the tourists in the passing Ambassador.
Rajasthan
Driving in India
It is slow going with India… Everytime she saw a cow or cow like being she asked Ajit to stop the car to take a photo!
Jodhpur
Holi Preparation
One of the many shops selling provisions for Holi. We didn’t get coloured and water bombed. Our did get a bit pink and certainly many of our fellow Indians skin colour had changed to variants of pink and green!!
A monkey at our window.
Sometimes a window keeps out the cold.
Sometimes a window keeps out mosquitoes.
Sometimes it keeps out monkeys!!!!
Photo taken at our hotel in Udaipur.
Udaipur Bridges
No no no, we’re not getting our European and Indian blogs confused, this is a picture of the beautiful lake city of Udaipur.
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Photo Shoot – City Palace
While Helen has been typing her treaty on the joys of flying I have been selecting and uploading some photos! This internet cafe is faster than some. But it still takes time.
This beautiful photo of Helen was rather opportunistic. This group was actuallt in the process of being professionaly shot – not sure for what. We were side on…. By the way today we’re going to a Indian Film (part of which is known as Bollywood, there is also Tollywood and Kollywood) shoot……
Rajasthan Explained
Some of you have wondered about our recent lack of posts. It can be explained thus…
From Jaipur we had two big days of driving. Both around 6 hours which meant we were pretty tired at the end of each day. We then had the pleasure of staying in wonderful Udaipur certainly, in our humble view, the most picturesque city we have seen on our holiday. At this point we managed to fill up our two Compact Flash cards – yes guys you’ll be seeing thousands of photos at our next slide show. So our opportunity to blog was eaten up by trying to get some CDs burned. Normally an easy task but our very friendly internet “cum” – yes that is the Indian spelling – telephone cum general store had a big nasty virus on his computer which spread to our compact flash card!! Ripper, went down the road to some young blokes, who could be in a bollywood film, to de-virs our compact flash card and burn a CD. So that is why you haven’t heard from us.
Also, it may have something to do with Jaipur Belly for one of us! Guess which one.
Abhaneri
Of course I should be writing a blog entry about the beauty of the Taj Mahal and how the passionate love of a Mughal Emperor created this masterpiece. But how can a thumbnail do it any justice? So you’ll just have to make your own way to India to truly appreciate it… or perhaps with a small bribe we will show some photos on our return…
Anyway this photo is of Chand Baori in Abhaneri step. The guide that followed us around (without really asking whether we wanted one) told as a few things about it. It appears to have been built around 900 and is a huge step well – we think apparently a queen powedered her nose in one of the rooms and slept in in another or so I am led to believe. Of course, had I brought my trusty Lonley Planet with me I could have sounded authoritative. But trust me it has a lot of steps and is rather impressive.
Village Life…
After viewing the Taj Mahal at sunrise (while it was cloudly the sun did come through and it was very beautiful!), we headed off to Peharsar, where we stayed at the Chandra Mahal Haveli. Peharsar is a very quite village of approximately 5000. We arrived at around 3pm, and after a light lunch of pokoras (sorry if the spelling is wrong – don’t have time to check!) we went for a walk around the village with a guide. The guide was there to tell the children to go away when they got too carried away. Althought you sometimes wonder who is the attraction – strange white tourists from Australia (ah yes – Ricky Ponting – and I know practically nothing about cricket), or the villagers. Although on this occassion I think this time it was us. Discussion with the locals went from “What is your name?”, “what is your country”. The walk took us around the whole village, where we were shown the chicken harem, past the school, pharmacy, farm areas and well. Along the way we came across a water well, where women were lifting water, as there is no pump. They even let me have a go at lifting a container full of water (which I might add was very very very deep) up to the surface. It held approx. 10 litres of water. After the water is pulled up from the well, it goes into another container, and put on the top of their head where they carry it back to their house. The women in the village do this a number of times a day. It really makes you appreciate the life that we have.
Peharsar Originally uploaded by kdt.
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