Lovely, lovely Bundi
Bundi is our favourite town in India so far. There is a really laid back old town, and the fort and its views are as good as any of the other ones we’ve been to.
The palace is not so well restored, but nice and quite so you can sit about in little archways watching the world go by without having too much trouble from tour guides and big groups of noisy people.
‘wow’ and ‘wonderful’
There is also a little extra bit of the palace with some good murals. Free to get in, and the gardener gives you a little tour, although it has hard to tell what he is saying as words come out of his mouth really fast, a bit like this “lookingyouladylookingyousirwhatyournamemaharanamakeupsingingkrishnulookingyoumadamlookingyousir’
We also found a pile of 5 puppies just outside our accommodation. They were about a month old and really cute, and most importantly not dead from starvation or disease yet. I expect Alex will put some on the piccies soon.
Bundi is also really good for lassis, my favourite Indian yoghurty drink has just got more favourite with the special lassi (in Bundi special does not made laced with class C drugs) all saffron and cardamom flavoured. Extras tasty.
We were lucky that the Bundi Adventure Sports Festival was on whilst we were in town. We are not sure which bits of it were adventure sports. The dog show and walking tour would be hard to classify as adventure activites.
We only went along to the Aquanode Army dispay on the lake. It was exactly what we were hoping for. Lots of Indians getting a little over-excited about watching something fairly dull.
After about 40 minutes of nothing built the crowd up to a point of near frenzy a speedboat started working its way slowly across the lake. Over the space of the next 30 minutes it was joined by 4 canoes (only one of which toppled and fell in) some 1970s jetskis that were not jetskis, but jetski shapped boats with weak outboard motors on the back. a full whitewater rafting team (who looked a bit incongruous on the flat lake), some windsurfers (who wouldn’t have been so bad if there had been some wind), a sailing dingy that had to be bailed out all the time and a couple of water skiers who fell in with good regularity.
I think this mottley crew were the army’s watersports club, and not the Indian Navy itself. But you never know. Either way the crowd were muttering ‘wow’ and ‘wonderful’ most of the afternoon.
