Hotel Pearl Palace Jaipur

So, today me and wayner are having kinda a down day, i'm not sure if i'm sick or not yet...I don't feel the greatest and straying too far from could be dangerous i reckon. Wayne hasn't been feeling all the great either - he made a couple visits to uncle ralph last night and one this morning...but really, could be worse. YESTERDAY though, was a great - very eventful day - we woke up early and made our way to the taj mahal...so so beautiful! it doesn't look real, not even when your standing the...

Well my one day stop over in Delhi turned into one week of fevers and foul smelling ****... After having been to the hospital to get millions of different tablets to cure whatever my immune system was unable to, I had a day of feeling better, the sun rose over a congested megacity once more and I felt ready to get moving, I had been static and it was getting me down. I know everyone that comes to India is ill in a similar way but I had little to do than consider where I hadn't made it to, and...

Hopped back onto the tourist bandwagon after my depressing week in Delhi, hitting Jaipur up for all it had to offer. I feel like I'm dealing with the day to day ***** India, and I guess traveling in general, throws at you much better now, almost a month ago, if you had stopped me on the humid streets of Delhi and began some sort of tout spiel at me I'd probably of listened and answered your questions, even though I knew what was going on, it would have been a burden to me, an annoyance. Now, ...

Jaipur

Jaipur, also known as the Pink City, for the obvious reason, that the buildings are all painted pink .... ish is the capital of the state of Rajasthan. We arrived here after what felt like a never ending journey of 40 degree claustrophobia to a sea of rickshaw wallahs all fighting for our business, we usually pick our ride on who is the least pushiest but here there was no such person. Our bags were whipped up by Mundi i think his name was, and put in the back of his rickshaw,...

Ok, so we arrived in Jaipur at about 2.00pm after leaving Mumbai at about 7.00pm the previous day. We booked a room at the Hotel Pearl Palace, which turned out being a really nice place. The food was fantastic!! I kept getting the chicken tikka masala because it was so good. Jaipur itself was a little disappointing. It was here that I realised that the hassle I was getting off street traders and taxi drivers wasn't going to ease. Everytime we walked onto the street, we got tonnes of bad atten...

Wow, India has been an overdose of the senses so far - as expected! The sights, the smells, the noise, the colours, the hassle, the traffic - but rewarding! Varanasi is one of the most confusing places I've been, tiny little winding streets full of markets, goats, buffalo, holy men and oh so much rubbish. A magnificent place to watch people, thousands of them down by the holy Ganges to wash, bathe, swim, play cricket, meditate and cremate the dead. Took an overnight train to Agra, got caught ...

Day 6+7 - Busy with a dash of beauty

Firstly I must say that the hotel was exceptional! The rooms were nice and clean, with cable T.V (even espn), the food was of a good quality and the staff were extremely helpful.

For the first day in Jaipur we decided to give the driver a rest after the long 12 or more drive the previous day. We soon found that it's just as stressful as Delhi to get about by foot. To walk 2km it takes 1 1/2 hours!

The day was mainly spent negotiating ...

So we roll into Jaipur and are prepared for a good time. Since we met up with a girl in Pushkar who told us about the hotel we chose to stay at, we were pretty geared for Holi. But before we get started on Holi, Dave needs to tell you all about being a clutz. He'll often get on Lisa's case about being a clutz, as she's typically the one to stub her toe, bang her head, trip over her own feet, etc. But every now and again on this trip, Dave has hurt himself... badly. There was the time in South...

Upon arrival here, BAM we were hit with the India we had been warned about. On getting off the bus we were surrounded by at least a hundred rickshaw and tuk-tuk drivers. A hundred "No thank you"s later, we finally broke free from their claustrophobic clasping. What an exhuasting experience especially after a sweaty 4 hour bus journey. We made our way to our hotel (by foot) and it immediatley felt like an oasis in the desert. A quick shower and some grub, we headed off (on foot again) into the...

Sleeper class on an Indian train is the solid Indian middle class way of travel. Some "real" travelers will tell you that you haven't had the true Indian experience unless you travel around in third class. This involves beating your way through a mob of people to six inches of ass space on a hard upright bench that you will share for 30 hours with a flatulent fat guy, the old man with TB who seems to be aiming for your mouth with every lung draining cough, a family of two parents and their fi...