Bhuj Hotels - Reviews and Rates

'Chillum' a shout from the door awakens me. 'Ok ek (1) minute' I reply. I rub my face vigorously trying to awaken myself from the heavy night and raise myself off the flimsy one-inch mattress that lies on the dusty concrete floor. I grab the nearest clothes to put on then as doing so find myself covered in green specks. I rub my eyes again and s...

Getting a little anxious for my return as my work here is beginning to slow. Its amazing to think that I will be sleeping in my own bed soon, brushing my teeth with tapwater and indulging in the delights of uncooked, unpeeled, unboiled food. Did someone say sushi?.... As things happen relatively slowly here, there leaves fewer things to report o...

On a number of separate occasions this past week I have been consistently amazed by the lack of forewarning in this country. Between sitting down to read at the lakeside park and watching the groundskeeper turn on the lawn sprinkler directly in front of us without a word, or arriving at work to discover we were shifting offices that day and ever...

Ros: We had been lucky enough to go to the Calico Textile Museum in Ahmedabad not once, but twice so we'd had plenty of time to be convinced of the wonders of Gujarati textiles which, according to our rather scary guide, would die out unless we went to Bhuj. Gosh. We also quite liked the description in our guide book of a little-visited town tha...

So, I don't think the running joke with my name here will ever get old. In Gujarati, aamara means ours...and the colloquial way of referring to people is by adding -ben (sister) or -bhai (brother) to the end of their name. Therefore, as Aamaraben, I am everyone's sister....and of this I am reminded daily with a hearty chuckle. Its cute...growing...

Hotel Gangaram Room 10 Happy to be out of the pollution choked Amedebad. I took the train here, cheaped out and got a 2nd class sleeper. Ugh, I had a lower bunk in the "stall" beside the toilets and the window wouldn't close. It was freezing and stinky. I later realized that it was the 'ladies only' area - of course we would be relegated next to...

Along with Alison and Nico, a Finn working an IT job in India, I drove north from Bhuj and visited many of of Kutch's small craft villages with our guide Parbat Rabari, a member of the Rabari tribe of herdsmen. Alison, doing her tattoo research, asked one younger woman about a small blue dot on her wrist: "One is enough," said one girl from Sum...

As it turns out, there is hope. I found it on the internet last week. It came in the form of a constitutional case on the right to livelihood. So I am back in Bhuj sitting here in a dimly lit corner of Sreejhaan, a local NGO, staring into the constitution of India like one of those "seeing-eye" images, wondering if I stare long enough, something...