Sting’s hideaway and the Thar Desert! … 03/04/2010

The "Palace of the Winds", Jaipur.

The day started with a quick stop off at the Hawa Mahal or otherwise known as the “Palace of Winds”. Built in 1799 it has become an icon of the pink city of Jaipur. At five stories high but just one story deep it has a strange appearance being built for the sole reason to enable the ladies of the harem to watch unnoticed the crazy street scenes below on the busy and feverish Sireh Deori Bazaar. Continue reading “Sting’s hideaway and the Thar Desert! … 03/04/2010”

“Pink is the navy blue of India.” … 02/04/2010

Indian elephants and their Mahouts, Amber Fort, India

Jaipur is one of the foremost tourist attractions in India because of its superlative forts, grandiose palaces, vivacious temples, multicolored bazaars, pulsating streets, and its distinguished pink color to which the city owes its oft-used name “The Pink City“. Continue reading ““Pink is the navy blue of India.” … 02/04/2010″

Sufi’s, Simian’s and Steps! … 01/04/2010

Fatehpur Sikri

So we left Aggra, headed in a westerly direction, onward towards Rajasthan. A transit day for sure but one filled with much to see. Within only an hour or so of leaving Aggra we rolled up at Fatehpur Sikri the great palace city built by Akbar in 1571. The Royal palace was built here as a result of the famous Sufi saint Salim Chishti who had bestowed good news upon Akbar some years earlier. The palace only lasted as the capital for 14 years and was left deserted and ghost like for centuries thereafter.

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A tale of two Taj’s … 31/03/2010

The Taj Mahal, Agra, India.

We woke before sunrise and did not partake of breakfast such was our wont to reach our destination. And what a destination it was! For many this was ‘the reason‘ for travelling to India, for others it was ‘the photo opportunity of a lifetime’ not to be missed. I felt myself already beginning to regret those extra ‘Kingfisher’ beers consumed on the hotel rooftop terrace the night before. Sensible people had hit the sack well before 10.00 pm, but not myself and my (not-so-sensible-either), brother-in-law, no we knew better, we needed beer and plenty of it. Now deeply regretting the previous nights stupidity I stood swaying gently from side to side in a queue beneath the early light of morning, waiting for the great gates to open to let us in to the gardens of the Taj Mahal. Continue reading “A tale of two Taj’s … 31/03/2010”