Royal Kumbhalgarh Villas
Travel Blogs from Kumbhalgarh
... The owner (Manolo) asked us educated questions about the American economy and politics. He is concerned because Americans have not been traveling. He then made a parting joke about how Ajay sleeps with the dog when he visits.
We got back to Udaipur around 5:30 and went for a quick swim, until the workers subtlety put out the “Pool Closed at 6 pm” sign so they could set up for dinner. Another peaceful dinner by the pool and off to our palace room. Whew. Incredible India ...
... all very beautiful – but with almost no walls Benji would have been straight off them, so they kindly swapped things around.
The place has a huge amount of charm, a perfect mix of the Indian Raj mixed with British colonialism. It's staffed with loads of Indians from the local village and 3 British women intent on preserving the tone of the British Raj. Georgie enjoyed having some younger company for a couple ...
... and his return journey.
Ian was all in favour of going directly to Jodhpur saying he’d seen enough forts and temples but I thought they are not that far away, and, "your only here once" so we should try and get there. So we ended up hiring a car and driver for a day.
As soon as you got out of Udaipur you were into real rural life, just small villages and farmland for miles ...
... by a porcupine; footprints of a mongoose.
Satisfied that we’ve identified an excellent walk option in the area, the maharaja drove us to another family holding, a mini-palace on a lake converted to a plush, 4-bedroom hideaway, “fit for a king”. We had breakfast there, experiencing the now familiar pampering of the waiters, always watchful for any hint of a desire, always at our elbows whispering offerings of more tea, or ...
... blood was a body. My mind screamed "don't stop", “don’t get
involved”. But my conscience easily overpowered it and I pulled the bike
into the middle of the road to shine my headlights on the corpse and
protect it from oncoming traffic.
As I pulled my helmet off I heard a guttural, contorted, groan.
Signaling, although his face was masked with blood and above his bare
feet his right shin went ...
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking