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Bundi

View of Bundi from Bundi Palace

View of Bundi from Bundi Palace

On our way to Udaipur from Jaipur we stopped in the town of Bundi overnight.  We arrived around 3 or 4, enough time to check in to our hotel and explore Bundi Palace and the Star Fort or Taragarh.  Bundi felt like a sleepy gem that has yet to be invaded by tourism.  The streets are small and people seem very curious when they see you as oppose to Agra or Jaipur where tourists are part of the everyday.

We stayed at the Haveli Braj Bhushanjee which was great.  Like all or most havelis it is family run by 2 brothers who live in a private area of the building.  It was the most personal stay of our trip but one of the most pleasant.  We were asked if we would be dining in the haveli that evening, Yes!  Okay would you like to eat at 6 or 8 pm?  8 pm.  They showed us a menu and we wondered if we needed to tell them in advance what we’d like, No, just one menu, all vegetarian!  Um, okay, great!  It was one of the best meals we had.  We were the only ones in the dining room and the food was plentiful and delicious.

Dining room of Haveli Braj Bhushanjee

Dining room of Haveli Braj Bhushanjee

So after we made our dinner arrangements, saw our room and our monkey stick (No joke.  A stick just outside our room to scare the monkeys away) we walked to Bundi Palace.  No crowds to fight or guides offering tours in whatever language you speak, just us exploring.  There was a man inside who was happy to tell us the history of the palace and the stories associated with the paintings inside but it was clear that no one seemed too concerned about the place.  Good and bad I think.  Good because tourism hasn’t overrun it and bad because some of the palace could use some TLC.   More

On the road to Bundi

Colorful truck on the highway

Colorful truck on the highway

From Jaipur we drove to Udaipur stopping in the city of Bundi on the way.  The decorations of the trucks and buses are incredible.  Here in New York I see garbage trucks or 18 wheelers that have whole families names inscribed on them: Anthony, Jordan, Helen and Christina.  There may be a stuffed animal attached to the front grill or some detailing in the side but nothing like the trucks in India.  I never understood why they’re so embellished but it made watching them go by as they nearly crashed into us more interesting.  Oh look that truck is about to run us off the road!  But it’s sooo prettttyyyyyy!  And you’re dead.

I said it before and I’ll say it again, the travel insurance you buy won’t be able to save you when you’re bleeding on the side of the road and it takes an emergency vehicle hours to reach you.  Obviously we never had any accidents but our driver Soref was careful and not out to prove anything.  We told him that we were never in a hurry and we’d like to make it to the end of our trip.  He’d chuckle, smile and say okay.

Here are some scenes from the road: