This August, the family and I decided to take a long holiday through Rajasthan. So we touched down in Jaipur Airport and all eight of us climbed aboard a large and very comfortable Tempo Traveller that would be our home-of-sorts for the next few days. We were also famished because of staying up for most of the previous night in an attempt to get on to the right flight and hadn't opted for the pre-ordered meal.
So we asked the driver, another staple that would last through the trip, what he would recommend. He took us to a place called Bombay Mishtan Bhandar that had some of the unlikeliest choices for the first meal of the day but we weren't complaining when we saw how good all of it was. Samosas, kachoris and jalebis, this is what breakfast in North India looks like. The kachoris were in two varieties too, with the larger ones sutffed with soft spices potatoes. Yum yum.
Most of the rest of the day was spent ambling in front of Albert Hall Musuem where I ran through clusters of many silly pigeons and driving past Hawa Mahal in the old part of the city that we would return to the next day for photos.Dinner was at Handi which was nothing short of fabulous, although we learnt that the daal bhatti churma is an acquired taste.
|Albert Hall Musuem|
Although we weren't in Jodhpur long, as long as you don't miss the Mehrangarh Fort, you're okay. So so beautiful, it's from high up on this magnificent landmark that you understand why Jodhpur is called 'The Blue City.' It was crazy hot but we found a cooler spot in one of the tiny cafes on the premises and sipped on some icy orange soda. Best feeling ever. Dinner was at On the Rocks, two nights in a row. Moderately priced, tasty food. And then we were on our way to Jaisalmer.
Our time in Jaisalmer probably captured the essence of why we had come to the state. It was also the highlight of the trip, when we driven several kilometres into the desert, where we went on camel back to untouched sand dunes. They were massive and beautiful and we ran all over them until sundown. When we returned to the camp, there was a traditional song and dance program in store followed by dinner. Too partied out and blissfully happy, we called it a night.
|Traditional Rajasthan dance|