Every day, when the first rays of the sun illuminated our window, the macaques that live on top of the fort descended in disarray towards the town of Bundi to look for food The problem was that they went down so uncontrollably, that one ended up stamping against our window with great rumble while I took my morning shower, so that Sonia, from the bed, was thought to have slipped and killed me.
In Bundi High is the Palace, and higher still, the strong. We didn't really want to visit this fortification, but since we were there, we decided to go up to see it after breakfast. The only way to access it is on foot. No rickshaw He took pity on us and didn't want to take us to the top. Maybe the slope is too steep for the modest engine power of these vehicles to allow them to climb. So, as we could, we climbed the devilish slope.
When we finally reached the top, we found the ticket office at the gates of the palace. For the entrance we had to pay 100 rupees and for the camera another 50. We only paid for one of the cameras, but to which Sonia drew her own, the fifty rupees that we had not paid them came to claim us.
He Bundi Palace Until recently you could not visit. I suppose that when the old royal family, which is the owner, saw that the city was beginning to be a little visible on the tourist map of Rajasthan, he thought it would be a good idea to transfer the management to a private company in order to raise a few rupees. In fact, the palace has a lot of charm, although they still have enough reconstruction work ahead.
The palace is accessed by the elephant door and inside we can see Krisna's paintings and some very beautiful murals. Without a doubt, the best of all is to be able to contemplate great views of the city. At the foot of the palace, a sea of houses of blue and ocher color extends.
Upon leaving the palace, we decided to continue the ascent towards the strong. While we were heading to the exit of the palace, one of the guards approached us and offered to sell us a wooden rod for 10 rupees so that he could scare away the more than one thousand monkeys that were hanging around the area in case they decided to attack us. However, we said no, we were not worried about the subject. But then he counterattacked, explaining exactly the same story but increasing the number of monkeys to more than 10,000. We do not flinch and we answer that you do not worry and that if we saw a monkey with bad intentions, it would take a stone of remembrance. Then we turned around and continued our way while the man continued with the same song, perhaps increasing the number of macaques that awaited us even more.
A few meters above, is the women's palace. It is very beautiful and the exterior has very careful gardens. Too bad you can't visit inside. There we sat for a while to rest, since it was very hot. I had not mentioned it to you, but in the last days, during the midday the heat tightened and reached temperatures high enough to be January, although at night it was still a polar cold.
After recovering a little, we continue our expensive ascent to visit the fort. There was still a good section to the fort, when a watchman warned us that we had to pay another 100 rupees for the entrance and another 50 rupees for the camera and, seeing the long stretch of ascent that we had left and the heat that it was, we decided Turn around and go get a cool Coca-Cola. By the way, during the whole ascent and its subsequent descent we did not find any monkey.
One of the things that cost me the most to endure in India was the lack of hygiene. You know that since I came back from Mexico, I am very careful with what I eat, with what I play before eating and with the hygiene that surrounds everything that comes into contact with my food. What happens is that in the India All this becomes very complicated. For example, having a Coke, which seems to be something quite simple, ends up becoming an odyssey when the glass they bring you is dirty, the cañitas carry a luster in the open and the mouthpiece of the bottle has so much rust that you can't clean them with five wet wipes. Solution? Finish filling the empty water bottle with Coca-Cola. Paranoid? Yes, but we didn't suffer from the famous Delhi-Belly throughout the trip.