Karni Bhawan Palace
Travel Blogs from Bikaner
... a split second to refuse.
They asked if he wanted to take a photo, which he happily accepted and
then he made his way to the exit looking once more at the beautiful
silver doors and marble carvings on the entrance.
Ania was already waiting outside and Peter picked up his flip flops and
then was looking for a place to wash the rat **** from his feet. He
found a hand basin and the locals looked at him in disgust as he lifted
his feet in one by one to ...
... real camel milk ice cream - it was really good! We then visited the obligatory shop where you could buy pretty much anything - all made from camel parts.
On the way back we stopped to visit the Royal family tombs which were very impressive but I always feel a bit odd visiting graveyards.
Another early night was needed as we were exhausted from our travels, the heat and the days sightseeing - not to mention the prospect of another long drive the next day, destination Jaisalmer. ...
... cold all night and we had no blankets. It was a horrible ride but all part of the Indian experience and i got to experience the real India which i was glad of, as someone said ' you gota apreciate the worst to appreciate the best.'
We finally got Bikaner in the morning and checked into out guesthouse. It was interesting that at the guest-house they had a 'servent' which they treated like **** and made him go get water etc. Seams rather common in India for ...
... up to be a good one and after watching the sun go down we headed back down to where the fire was being made to make a start on the evenings celebrations. Plenty of beer and rum started to flow and post dinner, the multitalented cooks entertained us with singing and dancing round the fire! I think they'd had their own secret stash of rum as we're in high spirits and had us all up and dancing round the fire, Marco even took to the drums! The food at dinner was again ...
... that was close to our hotel.
At 4 pm we approached Bikaner sprawling out in front of us. The bus crossed a set of railroad tracks and kept going. We asked about the railroad station and the driver pointed back. We must have driven near it without stopping. The driver pulled over for us at an intersection where we could catch a taxi back to the center, 3 km from the RR station. After a few high quotes, we walked off but soon ...