Arrival in Udaipur
We arrived at Udaipur at dusk and travelled in an Hindustan Ambassador
(with a dodgy handbrake) through the labyrinthine streets, where we
were so close to the buildings that we would not have been able to open
any of the doors if we'd needed to get out and that's before you threw
in the traffic and the constant honking. Passing strangers would lift
motorbikes out of the way or provide guidance through gaps with
seemingly no clearance whatsoever.
Hats off to the driver, he took it all in his stride, if I'd been
driving my car, I'd have either ended up in jail or in a padded room...
Our chariot - based on the old Morris Oxford and has been in continuous production in India since 1958...
In our room for the first night...
Burning an effigy of a demon as part of a festival...
You can't burn an effigy without a few fireworks...
View of Udaipur reflected in Lake Pichola from the hotel's roof terrace...