During the 60s and 70s, thousands of travelers hit the road to India. Some were backpackers or hippies, but not all. In this collective anthology featuring around twenty contributors (including GeorgesOz), you’ll also find truth-seekers, a couple who went on their honeymoon to get married in Bengal... and "crazy" folks who set off on VéloSolex bikes...
Worth noting: all contributors donated their royalties to support the Céline Hegron clinic in a poor neighborhood of Varanasi.
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Hi there! 🙂
We’re heading to Sri Lanka for 23 days in January 2027—there are four of us—and we’ll wrap up the trip with 5 days in Mumbai. Our itinerary is coming together, but what do you think? (We can’t change the dates since our flights are already booked.)
We still have one night to slot in, and I’ve tentatively planned it in Tangalle, though it was a bit random. Would it make more sense to place it at a different stop? Or is there an intermediate stop I might be missing?
I’ve got accommodations sorted everywhere except Mumbai—it’s a nightmare (either way too expensive or really dodgy). By default, we’ve spotted the Residency Hotel Fort, but 70 € a night (with a discount) for a hotel that doesn’t offer anything special in India?!
Thanks so much for your help!
We’re heading to Sri Lanka for 23 days in January 2027—there are four of us—and we’ll wrap up the trip with 5 days in Mumbai. Our itinerary is coming together, but what do you think? (We can’t change the dates since our flights are already booked.)
We still have one night to slot in, and I’ve tentatively planned it in Tangalle, though it was a bit random. Would it make more sense to place it at a different stop? Or is there an intermediate stop I might be missing?
I’ve got accommodations sorted everywhere except Mumbai—it’s a nightmare (either way too expensive or really dodgy). By default, we’ve spotted the Residency Hotel Fort, but 70 € a night (with a discount) for a hotel that doesn’t offer anything special in India?!
Thanks so much for your help!
Namaste!
Here I am live from Delhi, past midnight, at least 30 degrees....
I wanted to post the start of this France travel journal but couldn’t find the time, so here it is live!
Off we go for a third trip, but this time for double the duration—6 weeks with the goal of discovering Ladakh and Spiti, starting with a detour to Varanasi to meet up with Babeli and her family.
Phir milenge for the rest of the adventures...
Phir milenge for the rest of the adventures...
Hi there,
I’m planning a winter trip across India. Departing in early December and returning to France in mid-April.
My main concern is finding an airline that offers this round-trip with the fewest hassles regarding cancellations or flight schedule changes. The unstable geopolitical situation in the Middle East isn’t making this search any easier—recent reviews online about airlines from Gulf states describe quite a few struggles over the past few months.
The direct Paris-Delhi round-trip flights offered by Air France or Air India are probably the safest options, but not the cheapest!
Given this uncertainty, I’m still holding off on finalizing my ticket purchase... Maybe some of you India lovers on VoyageForum have tips or experiences to share?
Thanks, and happy travels to all.
Hello,
We’ve already traveled to India twice before, but only for two-week stretches (2013, a loop from Mumbai including Hampi, and in 2019, Tamil Nadu). This time, we’re leaving at the end of October for nearly three months of travel—something completely new for us! We’ll arrive in Delhi and depart from Bangalore. Our goal is to explore Northern India and then head down to Kerala, taking a maximum of one flight and prioritizing trains.
Traveling for this long should let us plan longer stops to slow down the pace and fully enjoy our trip...
What are the places you’ve loved with this in mind? I’ve already thought of Gokarna... Do you have any other suggestions, especially in Northern India? Thanks in advance for your tips!
Traveling for this long should let us plan longer stops to slow down the pace and fully enjoy our trip...
What are the places you’ve loved with this in mind? I’ve already thought of Gokarna... Do you have any other suggestions, especially in Northern India? Thanks in advance for your tips!
Wednesday, April 1st
Hazaribagh I’ve got a meet-up with Adam Iman, a guide and painter. He picks me up from the hotel at 10 AM. Another traveler from Bangalore is supposed to join us, but while we wait for him to arrive, Adam takes me to see the paintings his mother and sister created at Hazaribagh station. The town became famous thanks to these murals, which can also be found in several surrounding villages. This art form has earned recognition and is now protected, a sign of its cultural importance. Once the visit is over, we go to pick up the other traveler and then head to our first village: Belwara, where Sohrai art is practiced. At the entrance, a sign proudly announces that we’re entering an artists’ village, where this art is created by women organized into micro-enterprises. Some even offer workshops for those who’d like to learn this tradition.
Sohrai art is tied to the harvest season, from October to mid-November. The motifs, in natural colors, celebrate fertility and abundance. The artists use pigments from the earth: red oxides, ochre, white kaolin, and black manganese. On the walls, you’ll see animals, fish, birds—all symbols of life and prosperity. As I look closer at the murals, I start to realize that each motif tells a story. Large animals like cows or bulls often take center stage. Their bodies are filled with intricate, almost hypnotic patterns. They symbolize wealth and prosperity for the household, as well as the deep respect for cattle, which are essential to daily life. On some facades, elephants stand out—massive and decorated with the same precision. They evoke quiet strength and protection. But it’s when I stop in front of one of the houses that I really take the time to look. The wall, a soft ochre, is entirely covered in murals. Two large animals stretch out on either side of the door, their elongated bodies fitting the length of the wall. Their silhouettes are filled with geometric patterns and incredibly fine curved lines, as if every space was patiently filled. Around them, stylized plants, flowers, and small decorative elements fill every gap. The door, dark and worn, becomes almost the silent center of the composition, framed by these living, protective forms. To the right, a more colorful motif catches the eye—a flower or a stylized lamp—like a touch of light on the earth. The whole thing gives an impression of perfect balance, between the rigor of the patterns and the freedom of the gesture.
Elsewhere, birds and freer forms bring movement. Peacocks, recognizable by their stylized silhouettes, embody beauty and vitality, while fish symbolize water, fertility, and the continuity of life.
On some paintings, the scenes become almost narrative: you can make out figures, everyday gestures, like a memory of the village inscribed in the walls. The decorative frames around the doors aren’t left to chance either—they symbolically protect the house, like a boundary between the inside and the outside world.
During the Sohrai festival, cattle are led into the jungle in the morning. Meanwhile, the women finish the *aripans*—these floor paintings—and continue the wall murals. Around noon, the animals return to the village, and the bulls’ horns are anointed with oil and vermilion in a gesture of gratitude, amid the vibrant colors adorning the houses. We visit several artists, including Parvat Devi, a well-known woman who has received many awards. Her arms are adorned with intriguing tattoos, which I’ll talk about in more detail later.
On another wall, the style changes completely. Here, no massive animals—just birds occupying the space, light and graceful, as if caught in mid-movement. Two silhouettes face each other, their long necks arched almost like mirrors, while their outstretched wings seem to vibrate with the patterns that compose them.
The design is more graphic, almost airy. The lines are smoother, more fluid, as if drawn in one confident stroke. The birds’ bodies aren’t solid—they’re filled with repetitive motifs like scales, stylized feathers, and spirals, giving a sense of continuous movement. Around them, everything comes to life: flowers burst open, arabesques swirl, and even the simplest shapes seem alive. What strikes me here is the sense of lightness. Where the large animals evoked stability and grounding, these birds bring something freer, almost joyful. They seem to embody movement, the circulation of life, like a breath flowing through the village.
The colors remain the same—deep reds, intense blacks, and chalky white—but the rhythm is different. Faster, more spontaneous. As if each wall had its own personality, while still speaking the same language.
That’s probably why I’m so moved. I’d heard about these paintings from my friend Raja, and last year, I saw an exhibition in a village near my home. That first encounter made me want to come here. But seeing them in person is a whole different experience. These paintings are unique. This ancient art is passed down from mother to daughter, or mother-in-law to daughter-in-law, in a quiet, deeply living continuity. At first glance, it might seem almost childlike in its simplicity and pared-down forms. And yet, everything is thought out, balanced, mastered. Nothing is left to chance.
That apparent simplicity, combined with such rich symbolism, touches me deeply. There’s something sincere and essential in these walls—and that’s what moves me.
Hazaribagh I’ve got a meet-up with Adam Iman, a guide and painter. He picks me up from the hotel at 10 AM. Another traveler from Bangalore is supposed to join us, but while we wait for him to arrive, Adam takes me to see the paintings his mother and sister created at Hazaribagh station. The town became famous thanks to these murals, which can also be found in several surrounding villages. This art form has earned recognition and is now protected, a sign of its cultural importance. Once the visit is over, we go to pick up the other traveler and then head to our first village: Belwara, where Sohrai art is practiced. At the entrance, a sign proudly announces that we’re entering an artists’ village, where this art is created by women organized into micro-enterprises. Some even offer workshops for those who’d like to learn this tradition.
Sohrai art is tied to the harvest season, from October to mid-November. The motifs, in natural colors, celebrate fertility and abundance. The artists use pigments from the earth: red oxides, ochre, white kaolin, and black manganese. On the walls, you’ll see animals, fish, birds—all symbols of life and prosperity. As I look closer at the murals, I start to realize that each motif tells a story. Large animals like cows or bulls often take center stage. Their bodies are filled with intricate, almost hypnotic patterns. They symbolize wealth and prosperity for the household, as well as the deep respect for cattle, which are essential to daily life. On some facades, elephants stand out—massive and decorated with the same precision. They evoke quiet strength and protection. But it’s when I stop in front of one of the houses that I really take the time to look. The wall, a soft ochre, is entirely covered in murals. Two large animals stretch out on either side of the door, their elongated bodies fitting the length of the wall. Their silhouettes are filled with geometric patterns and incredibly fine curved lines, as if every space was patiently filled. Around them, stylized plants, flowers, and small decorative elements fill every gap. The door, dark and worn, becomes almost the silent center of the composition, framed by these living, protective forms. To the right, a more colorful motif catches the eye—a flower or a stylized lamp—like a touch of light on the earth. The whole thing gives an impression of perfect balance, between the rigor of the patterns and the freedom of the gesture.
Elsewhere, birds and freer forms bring movement. Peacocks, recognizable by their stylized silhouettes, embody beauty and vitality, while fish symbolize water, fertility, and the continuity of life.
On some paintings, the scenes become almost narrative: you can make out figures, everyday gestures, like a memory of the village inscribed in the walls. The decorative frames around the doors aren’t left to chance either—they symbolically protect the house, like a boundary between the inside and the outside world.During the Sohrai festival, cattle are led into the jungle in the morning. Meanwhile, the women finish the *aripans*—these floor paintings—and continue the wall murals. Around noon, the animals return to the village, and the bulls’ horns are anointed with oil and vermilion in a gesture of gratitude, amid the vibrant colors adorning the houses. We visit several artists, including Parvat Devi, a well-known woman who has received many awards. Her arms are adorned with intriguing tattoos, which I’ll talk about in more detail later.
On another wall, the style changes completely. Here, no massive animals—just birds occupying the space, light and graceful, as if caught in mid-movement. Two silhouettes face each other, their long necks arched almost like mirrors, while their outstretched wings seem to vibrate with the patterns that compose them.
The design is more graphic, almost airy. The lines are smoother, more fluid, as if drawn in one confident stroke. The birds’ bodies aren’t solid—they’re filled with repetitive motifs like scales, stylized feathers, and spirals, giving a sense of continuous movement. Around them, everything comes to life: flowers burst open, arabesques swirl, and even the simplest shapes seem alive. What strikes me here is the sense of lightness. Where the large animals evoked stability and grounding, these birds bring something freer, almost joyful. They seem to embody movement, the circulation of life, like a breath flowing through the village.
The colors remain the same—deep reds, intense blacks, and chalky white—but the rhythm is different. Faster, more spontaneous. As if each wall had its own personality, while still speaking the same language.
That’s probably why I’m so moved. I’d heard about these paintings from my friend Raja, and last year, I saw an exhibition in a village near my home. That first encounter made me want to come here. But seeing them in person is a whole different experience. These paintings are unique. This ancient art is passed down from mother to daughter, or mother-in-law to daughter-in-law, in a quiet, deeply living continuity. At first glance, it might seem almost childlike in its simplicity and pared-down forms. And yet, everything is thought out, balanced, mastered. Nothing is left to chance.
That apparent simplicity, combined with such rich symbolism, touches me deeply. There’s something sincere and essential in these walls—and that’s what moves me.
March 2nd — Departure by bus from Latour at 6:50 AM. The journey isn’t direct: we pass through Elne then Corneilla. In Perpignan, I switch to a BlablaBus heading to Barcelona’s northern bus station. Before reaching Le Perthus, French police stop us to check IDs. Several people aren’t in order, but after about fifteen minutes, we’re on our way again. We’re checked again at La Jonquera: this time, the wait lasts almost forty-five minutes while police identify those in violation and wait for a vehicle to pick them up. The driver then tries to make up for lost time; we finally arrive at our destination half an hour late.
I quickly head to the Arc de Triomphe metro station, located 200 meters away: you have to cross the bridge along the bus parking lot, then walk through a large garden; the station is on the right before the garden entrance. The trip to the airport isn’t direct: I have to change at Tomasso and take the line to the airport, where I arrive at 1 PM.
At the Emirates counter, I learn my flight was just canceled due to the war in Iran; they offer me another flight for the next day. I have to wait at the airport until 7 PM before being taken to a hotel; the next morning, I’ll take a flight to Vienna (with an 8-hour layover), then an Air India flight to Delhi, and finally a flight to Kolkata. I agree: I don’t know Vienna, so it’ll be an unexpected discovery.
At 7 PM, a small group is taken to the hotel, 35 minutes from the airport, where we’re served a light dinner upon arrival.
March 3rd — A taxi picks me up at 6:30 AM; the flight to Vienna takes off at 9:30 AM and arrives at noon. I’m free until 7 PM; the metro is direct to the city center. The weather is pleasant and not too cold, luckily, since my clothes are light.
When I exit the metro, I spot the St. Stephen’s Cathedral tower in the distance and approach it: the roof, made of glazed tiles, is remarkable.
Entry is free, and the interior, a mix of Gothic and Baroque styles in the center, is stunning.
Not far from there is St. Anne’s Church
, also Baroque, adorned with beautiful frescoes
—a music concert adds an enchanting atmosphere to the visit. I continue my walk at random through the pedestrian streets lined with magnificent buildings: I’m charmed by the city.
Before heading back to the airport, I stop at a lovely tea salon. My flight will eventually leave with a delay.
Wednesday, March 4th — Delhi and a little luggage scare We arrive in Delhi shortly after noon. Immigration is quick, and good news: my bag was checked through from Barcelona to Kolkata. I head to the connecting terminal and arrive half an hour before boarding: the flight goes smoothly. Upon arrival, the luggage comes out quickly… except mine. After filing a report, I’m told my bag is in Delhi—I have to retrieve it before taking another flight. I didn’t know (or had forgotten): with the delays, I wouldn’t have had time to pick it up and make the connection.
I take a taxi to the Ichamati Hotel. The welcome is warm, and the room is clean but very small. Without my bag, I feel a bit lost—I have nothing to change into.
Tonight, I’m dining with Raja and his friends at a beautiful restaurant, an old colonial house turned into a hotel.
We’re happy to see each other and have a comforting evening together.
I quickly head to the Arc de Triomphe metro station, located 200 meters away: you have to cross the bridge along the bus parking lot, then walk through a large garden; the station is on the right before the garden entrance. The trip to the airport isn’t direct: I have to change at Tomasso and take the line to the airport, where I arrive at 1 PM.
At the Emirates counter, I learn my flight was just canceled due to the war in Iran; they offer me another flight for the next day. I have to wait at the airport until 7 PM before being taken to a hotel; the next morning, I’ll take a flight to Vienna (with an 8-hour layover), then an Air India flight to Delhi, and finally a flight to Kolkata. I agree: I don’t know Vienna, so it’ll be an unexpected discovery.
At 7 PM, a small group is taken to the hotel, 35 minutes from the airport, where we’re served a light dinner upon arrival.
March 3rd — A taxi picks me up at 6:30 AM; the flight to Vienna takes off at 9:30 AM and arrives at noon. I’m free until 7 PM; the metro is direct to the city center. The weather is pleasant and not too cold, luckily, since my clothes are light.
When I exit the metro, I spot the St. Stephen’s Cathedral tower in the distance and approach it: the roof, made of glazed tiles, is remarkable.
Entry is free, and the interior, a mix of Gothic and Baroque styles in the center, is stunning.
Not far from there is St. Anne’s Church
, also Baroque, adorned with beautiful frescoes
—a music concert adds an enchanting atmosphere to the visit. I continue my walk at random through the pedestrian streets lined with magnificent buildings: I’m charmed by the city.
Before heading back to the airport, I stop at a lovely tea salon. My flight will eventually leave with a delay.
Wednesday, March 4th — Delhi and a little luggage scare We arrive in Delhi shortly after noon. Immigration is quick, and good news: my bag was checked through from Barcelona to Kolkata. I head to the connecting terminal and arrive half an hour before boarding: the flight goes smoothly. Upon arrival, the luggage comes out quickly… except mine. After filing a report, I’m told my bag is in Delhi—I have to retrieve it before taking another flight. I didn’t know (or had forgotten): with the delays, I wouldn’t have had time to pick it up and make the connection.
I take a taxi to the Ichamati Hotel. The welcome is warm, and the room is clean but very small. Without my bag, I feel a bit lost—I have nothing to change into.
Tonight, I’m dining with Raja and his friends at a beautiful restaurant, an old colonial house turned into a hotel.
We’re happy to see each other and have a comforting evening together.
Practical tips from my 105 days of erratic wandering in India
Day 1 (10/10/2006): arrived in Mumbai around noon. Bus No. 338 5 Rs + 5 Rs (bag) 20' to Andheri station. Train 6 Rs to Dadar. Train 41 Rs to Lonavla 2h30 Hotel Chandralok 500 Rs **
Day 2: bike rental 7 Rs/h (too expensive, normal price 2-3 Rs/h) visit to the caves of Bhaja and Karla.
Day 3: train 28 Rs to Pune 1h20 Hotel National 416 Rs *
Day 4: train 141 Rs (with reservation) to Satara 2h45 Hotel Sagar 364 Rs **
Day 5: bus 110 Rs to Pandharpur 4h Hotel Aishwarya 450 Rs ***
Day 6: bike rental 2 Rs/h
Day 7: bus 125 Rs to Ahmadnagar 4h20 Hotel Parijat 250 Rs *
Day 8: train 151 Rs (!ticket for a mini 600 km trip!) to Jalgaon 5h30 Hotel Plaza 200 Rs **
Day 9: round-trip bus 38 Rs to Ajanta 1h30 + shuttle 6 Rs 5' Site entrance 250 Rs
Day 10: train 47 Rs to Khandwa 3h + bus 40 Rs to Omkareshwar 2h Ganesh G.H. 150 Rs *
Day 11 to 13: Omkareshwar
Day 14: bus 35 Rs to Maheshwar 2h45 Akashdeep Rest House 200 Rs **
Day 15: bus 8 Rs to Dhamnod 20' bus 20 Rs to crossroads 14 km from Mandu 1h40 bus 9 Rs to Mandu 20' Ram Mandir Dharamshala 100 Rs + 5 Rs for hot water *
Day 16: bike rental 3 Rs/h
Day 17: bus 50 Rs to Indore 4h Hotel Neelam 209 Rs
Day 18 to 20: Indore + round-trip bus 30 Rs to Ujjain 1h45
Day 21: train 82 Rs to Bhopal 5h30 Hotel Ranjeet 358 Rs *
Day 22: train 10 Rs to Sanchi 1h20 Jaiswal Lodge 200 Rs + 15 Rs for hot water! *
Day 23 and 24: visit to Sanchi + bike rental to visit the caves of Udayagiri
Day 25: train 69 Rs to Jhansi 5h + tempo 5 Rs to bus station + tempo 10 Rs + 5 Rs (bag) to Orccha 25' Sri Mahant G.H. 200 Rs **
Day 26 and 27: bike rental + train 20 Rs to Datia 30' + bemo 6 Rs to city center. Return bus 15 Rs 1h15
Day 28: bus 100 Rs to Khajuraho 4h Yogi Lodge 150 Rs **
Day 29: bike rental 30 Rs/day to visit the temples
Day 30: bus 70 Rs to Satna 4h + train 56 Rs to Jabalpur 3h Hotel Banjara 350 Rs **
Day 31: bike rental 2 Rs/h and visit to the Marble Rocks (50 km round trip)
Day 32: bus 50 Rs to Mandla 3h Hotel Satyam 250 Rs ** Round-trip bus 15 Rs to Ramnagar 1h15
Day 33: bus 60 Rs to Dindori 4h + bus 45 Rs to Amarkantak 3h (hellish road) Sarvodya Lodge 250 Rs °
Day 34: Amarkantak
Day 35: bus 25 Rs to Pendra Road 1h30 + train 120 Rs + 109 Rs (reservation) to Nagpur 8h Hotel Grand 257 Rs **
Day 36 and 37: bike rental + round-trip 25 Rs to Ramtek 1h40
Day 38: train 141 Rs + 125 Rs to Hyderabad 10h Hotel 3 Castles 200 Rs ° + Hotel Suhail 200 Rs °
Day 39 to 41: stay in Hyderabad
Day 42: train 48 Rs to Warangal 3h30 Hotel Surya 410 Rs **
Day 43: 60 Rs to Vijayawada 4h15 Hotel Sindhuri 275 Rs **
Day 44: round-trip bus 21 Rs to Amaravati 2h
Day 45: train 98 Rs to Visakhapatnam 7h30! (normally 6h) Hotel Sri Sampath Residency 250 Rs **
Day 46: train 111 Rs + 95 Rs to Puri 11h30 Travellers Inn 100 Rs ° + Hotel Z 300 Rs ***
Day 47 to 52: Puri + round-trip to Konarak
Day 53: train 38 Rs to Bhubaneshwar 1h15 Hotel Upasana 275 Rs *
Day 54: train 70 Rs to Balasore 4h bus 26 Rs to Baripada 1h40 Hotel Ambika 225 Rs °
Day 55: bus 25 Rs to Balasore 1h40 train 66 Rs + 68 Rs to Calcutta 6h30 Hotel Paragon 270 Rs * Hotel Crystal 350 Rs **
Day 56 to 62: Calcutta
Day 63: 60 Rs to Bishnupur 5h Hotel Monalisa 200 Rs *
Day 64: stay in Bishnupur no bike rental!
Day 65: bus 20 Rs to Bankura 1h30 bus 20 Rs to Durgapur 1h15 bus 28 Rs to Bolpur 2h15 Hotel Nisa 150 Rs *
Day 66 and 67: visit to Bolpur/Shantiniketan. Refused bike rental at ... 100 Rs/day!!! (Communist state of Bengal!!!)
Day 68: bus 20 Rs to Sainthia bus 35 Rs to Baharampur 4h30 bus 7 Rs to Murshidabad 40' Hotel Manjusha 350 Rs **
Day 69: bike lent by the friendly hotel owner and visit to Murshidabad
Day 70: bus 8 Rs to Baharampur 35' bus 60 Rs to Malda 6h (hellish road) Hotel Pratapaditya 231 Rs **
Day 71: train 66 Rs + 70 Rs to New Jalpaiguri 4h Hotel Holydon 250 Rs °
Day 72: train 52 Rs to Darjeeling 9h30! (normally 7h) Hotel Pineridge 500 Rs **
Day 73 to 75: Darjeeling
Day 76: train to New Jalpaiguri 9h30 + overnight train 271 Rs
Day 77: Patna Hotel President 482 Rs **
Day 78: stay in Patna
Day 79: train 18 Rs to Gaya 3h10 tempo 10 Rs to Bodhgaya 30' Deep G.H. 400 Rs!! °°
Day 80: return to Patna
Day 81: round-trip train 36 Rs to Rajgir 4h! (normally 3h)
Day 82: train 75 Rs to Varanasi 5h! (normally 4h) Yogi Lodge 150 Rs *
Day 83 to 87: Varanasi
Day 88: overnight train 310 Rs to Jaipur Evergreen G.H. 250 Rs **
Day 89: bike rental 30 Rs/day round-trip to Amber
Day 90: bus 59 Rs to Sikar 2h30 bus 23 Rs to Fatehpur 1h30 Rajshri Rest House 300 Rs *
Day 91: round-trip bus 12 Rs to Mandawa 30'
Day 92: round-trip bus 17 Rs to Churu 1h30
Day 93: bus 80 Rs to Jaipur 3h30 Evergreen G.H.
Day 94: bus 105 Rs to Bundi 5h30 Shivam G.H. 200 Rs **
Day 95: bike rental 3 Rs/h
Day 96: auto-rickshaw to station 45 Rs 25' train 44 Rs + 50 Rs to Chittorgarh train 21 Rs to Udaipur (total trip 8h) Badi Haveli 330 Rs **
Day 97 to 99: Udaipur + round-trip bus 45 Rs to Ranakpur 3h30
Day 100: bus 143 Rs to Ahmedabad 5h30 Hotel Manila 300 Rs **
Day 101: Ahmedabad
Day 102: bus 99 Rs to Bhavnagar 4h30 Hotel Vrindavan 200 Rs *
Day 103: round-trip bus 22 Rs to Palitana 1h10
Day 104: bus 85 Rs! to Ahmedabad 5h30 + overnight train ? Rs (feels like the end of the trip!)
Day 105 (January 22, 2007): train 6 Rs from Dadar to Andheri 20' + bus 5 Rs + 5 Rs (bag) to International Airport 20'
More figures British Airways flight price Brussels-London-Mumbai-London-Brussels 576 € Exchange rate from 55 Rs to 58.6 Rs per euro Average room price 272 Rs/night Daily budget 11 € Chai from 1 Rs (Calcutta-Bengal) to 6/7 Rs (Rajasthan) Bottle of water from 6 Rs (Udaipur), 8 Rs (Varanasi) to 12/13 Rs Internet from 8 Rs (Warangal), 10 Rs (Calcutta, Indore, Hyderabad), 20 Rs (often) to 40/60 Rs!! (Rajasthan) Beer in a restaurant from 85/100 Rs (often) to 150/165 Rs (Varanasi/Udaipur) More details on request
More figures British Airways flight price Brussels-London-Mumbai-London-Brussels 576 € Exchange rate from 55 Rs to 58.6 Rs per euro Average room price 272 Rs/night Daily budget 11 € Chai from 1 Rs (Calcutta-Bengal) to 6/7 Rs (Rajasthan) Bottle of water from 6 Rs (Udaipur), 8 Rs (Varanasi) to 12/13 Rs Internet from 8 Rs (Warangal), 10 Rs (Calcutta, Indore, Hyderabad), 20 Rs (often) to 40/60 Rs!! (Rajasthan) Beer in a restaurant from 85/100 Rs (often) to 150/165 Rs (Varanasi/Udaipur) More details on request
Hello everyone!
We're off! After exploring the north, the four friends have now discovered the south. We’re excited to share this new travel journal, dedicated to our little group and our strong friendship, written by Richard and illustrated with Kate’s photos. I’ll chime in from time to time with practical tips.
First of all, a big thank you to everyone on VoyageForum who helped us plan this trip. It would’ve been quite different if we’d just relied on guidebooks.
The itinerary lasted just over 3 weeks: Mahabalipuram, Pondicherry, Thanjavur, the Chettinad region, Madurai, Munnar, Munroe Island, Cochin, and Chennai. We traveled by train, taxi, and private car with a driver, took a domestic flight, and stayed in guesthouses, Airbnb apartments, and hotels. For each of us, including flights, the total budget barely reached 2000 €, and we didn’t hold back—knowing we avoid resorts and love street food and small Indian restaurants.
We're off! After exploring the north, the four friends have now discovered the south. We’re excited to share this new travel journal, dedicated to our little group and our strong friendship, written by Richard and illustrated with Kate’s photos. I’ll chime in from time to time with practical tips.
First of all, a big thank you to everyone on VoyageForum who helped us plan this trip. It would’ve been quite different if we’d just relied on guidebooks.
The itinerary lasted just over 3 weeks: Mahabalipuram, Pondicherry, Thanjavur, the Chettinad region, Madurai, Munnar, Munroe Island, Cochin, and Chennai. We traveled by train, taxi, and private car with a driver, took a domestic flight, and stayed in guesthouses, Airbnb apartments, and hotels. For each of us, including flights, the total budget barely reached 2000 €, and we didn’t hold back—knowing we avoid resorts and love street food and small Indian restaurants.
Prologue
This journal recounts a trip to Rajasthan that’s already over a year old and that I’ve only now found the chance to write about. The summer of 2024 marked my return to India—my tenth trip—after six long years away since my last solo wanderings in Tamil Nadu in 2018 (the journal of which is published on this site). That absence was partly (but not only) due to the long COVID and post-COVID period, which saw a complete halt and then a major slowdown in global tourism. To top it off, Voyage Forum announced its closure in an end-of-the-world atmosphere. A sad time for our favorite social activity…
A few weeks after returning from Rajasthan, I tried to motivate myself to start writing a journal to publish on a forum claiming to be VF’s successor, which I’d eventually signed up for out of desperation. But I kept hesitating and putting the project off because, for one, I no longer have the time I used to. For another, the vibe wasn’t really taking off on that forum—it was overrun with ads and not very active, contrary to what its host’s name suggested. Despite its good intentions and commendable role as a stopgap, it also turned out to be very impractical to use, especially when you don’t have much time like me. I’ll admit I’d occasionally check back on VF to see if anything was happening. But all the discussions remained frozen in time, stuck in that fateful year, 2020. Then, rumors swirled online about shady reasons behind its closure, leaving little room for hope.
And then, one fine morning, I got a message at work from Marien informing me that VF had reopened. What a huge surprise! Even though the forum’s “end” had played out in a somewhat apocalyptic atmosphere, the memories of passionate and heated discussions, the frank debates, and the useful exchanges that made this site a traveler’s goldmine and a unique hub of conviviality all came rushing back to me like a breath of fresh air. I finally saw a sign and tried to motivate myself to find the time to publish the journal of this tenth trip to India and fifth to Rajasthan. But in the end, I got bogged down in professional and family obligations and never managed to find the time to get started. That’s now fixed, though, because I had two reasons for wanting to do it: I find that looking back on a trip to tell others about it is a highly beneficial introspective exercise. Also, I thought this journal could be useful to other travelers on a few points.
Because, “do we really need yet another journal about Rajasthan?” you might rightly ask! Especially in a time when so many journals about the “Land of Kings” have been published since VF’s return, not to mention the countless stories you can already find online about this region, one of India’s most touristy. And I’d add, why go back to Rajasthan for a fifth time, where I’ve already dragged my feet more than enough—through its forts, deserts, temples, cities, villages, bumpy roads, train stations, tasty street food stalls, cheap guesthouses, and more? Where some might see just another overhyped tourist destination full of the same old *Arabian Nights* clichés, worn to a thread, that I mentioned earlier, when there’s so much else to see in India? Well, first because it’s a magnificent country I never tire of, where I started an academic study and made so many connections. It’s also packed with places where you won’t find a single tourist (right, Marie-Jo?), even in the heart of well-trodden paths and classic itineraries. And most importantly, as I said earlier, things have changed in recent years. First, after six years without traveling far, the urge to go back to India was getting stronger. But this time, no more solo trips (often) or duo adventures (sometimes)—now it’s a team of four that has to come along! And even if you can argue with that, what better place than Rajasthan to introduce India to people who’ve never seen it? To kids you want to amaze? Plus, traveling with your new little family to your favorite country isn’t the same as going solo in often spartan conditions that only affect you. It’s a different challenge, but ultimately probably much harder. So, is it really reasonable to take two kids to India, including a two-year-old baby? That’s one of the main goals of this journal (but not the only one)—to try to answer that question.
As you can tell, it’s not so much the destination but the slightly unusual setup of this trip that, in my opinion, will make this journal interesting. Despite my experience and expertise (yes, I dare say it) in India, there were plenty of questions before we finalized the plan and said, “Alright, let’s go!” The questions were flying for us parents. Is it wise to travel to India with a two-year-old? What would we do (it happened) if the kids got very sick? Would they be able to handle a road trip on Rajasthan’s bumpy, dusty roads using public transport? Could they handle the shock of such a different world—the dirt, poverty, pollution, noise (…and the smell, as they say), the spicy food, monkeys, mosquitoes, snakes, tigers, leopards, and so on? In short, all the clichés that I usually joke about suddenly became potential realities. Another concern: as a mixed Franco-African family (not me, but my partner and her oldest), wouldn’t we risk not always being well received, given what you sometimes hear about that in India? How would Indians react to seeing a mixed-race family, the ultimate taboo in a country of purity and social segregation, which would undoubtedly raise many questions for them? Of course, not everything went as expected… Because, as you know, with India—and what makes it charming for some—there are always complications: sometimes where you don’t expect them… and sometimes where you do. I’ll go into detail about that in the journal to come (not right away) and in the final review (even later). These experiences could be useful to travelers who find themselves in similar situations and have the same questions we did before embarking on such a journey. And maybe it’ll spark the curiosity of those who aren’t concerned and will read yet another Rajasthan journal, but with its own unique twists.
Despite my unchanged constraints, which mean I have little time to write this, I don’t want to rush the story, so I’ll take my time. There will probably be lulls. I hope that won’t stop people from coming to react, debate, share their impressions, or ask for information.
This journal recounts a trip to Rajasthan that’s already over a year old and that I’ve only now found the chance to write about. The summer of 2024 marked my return to India—my tenth trip—after six long years away since my last solo wanderings in Tamil Nadu in 2018 (the journal of which is published on this site). That absence was partly (but not only) due to the long COVID and post-COVID period, which saw a complete halt and then a major slowdown in global tourism. To top it off, Voyage Forum announced its closure in an end-of-the-world atmosphere. A sad time for our favorite social activity…
A few weeks after returning from Rajasthan, I tried to motivate myself to start writing a journal to publish on a forum claiming to be VF’s successor, which I’d eventually signed up for out of desperation. But I kept hesitating and putting the project off because, for one, I no longer have the time I used to. For another, the vibe wasn’t really taking off on that forum—it was overrun with ads and not very active, contrary to what its host’s name suggested. Despite its good intentions and commendable role as a stopgap, it also turned out to be very impractical to use, especially when you don’t have much time like me. I’ll admit I’d occasionally check back on VF to see if anything was happening. But all the discussions remained frozen in time, stuck in that fateful year, 2020. Then, rumors swirled online about shady reasons behind its closure, leaving little room for hope.
And then, one fine morning, I got a message at work from Marien informing me that VF had reopened. What a huge surprise! Even though the forum’s “end” had played out in a somewhat apocalyptic atmosphere, the memories of passionate and heated discussions, the frank debates, and the useful exchanges that made this site a traveler’s goldmine and a unique hub of conviviality all came rushing back to me like a breath of fresh air. I finally saw a sign and tried to motivate myself to find the time to publish the journal of this tenth trip to India and fifth to Rajasthan. But in the end, I got bogged down in professional and family obligations and never managed to find the time to get started. That’s now fixed, though, because I had two reasons for wanting to do it: I find that looking back on a trip to tell others about it is a highly beneficial introspective exercise. Also, I thought this journal could be useful to other travelers on a few points.
Because, “do we really need yet another journal about Rajasthan?” you might rightly ask! Especially in a time when so many journals about the “Land of Kings” have been published since VF’s return, not to mention the countless stories you can already find online about this region, one of India’s most touristy. And I’d add, why go back to Rajasthan for a fifth time, where I’ve already dragged my feet more than enough—through its forts, deserts, temples, cities, villages, bumpy roads, train stations, tasty street food stalls, cheap guesthouses, and more? Where some might see just another overhyped tourist destination full of the same old *Arabian Nights* clichés, worn to a thread, that I mentioned earlier, when there’s so much else to see in India? Well, first because it’s a magnificent country I never tire of, where I started an academic study and made so many connections. It’s also packed with places where you won’t find a single tourist (right, Marie-Jo?), even in the heart of well-trodden paths and classic itineraries. And most importantly, as I said earlier, things have changed in recent years. First, after six years without traveling far, the urge to go back to India was getting stronger. But this time, no more solo trips (often) or duo adventures (sometimes)—now it’s a team of four that has to come along! And even if you can argue with that, what better place than Rajasthan to introduce India to people who’ve never seen it? To kids you want to amaze? Plus, traveling with your new little family to your favorite country isn’t the same as going solo in often spartan conditions that only affect you. It’s a different challenge, but ultimately probably much harder. So, is it really reasonable to take two kids to India, including a two-year-old baby? That’s one of the main goals of this journal (but not the only one)—to try to answer that question.
As you can tell, it’s not so much the destination but the slightly unusual setup of this trip that, in my opinion, will make this journal interesting. Despite my experience and expertise (yes, I dare say it) in India, there were plenty of questions before we finalized the plan and said, “Alright, let’s go!” The questions were flying for us parents. Is it wise to travel to India with a two-year-old? What would we do (it happened) if the kids got very sick? Would they be able to handle a road trip on Rajasthan’s bumpy, dusty roads using public transport? Could they handle the shock of such a different world—the dirt, poverty, pollution, noise (…and the smell, as they say), the spicy food, monkeys, mosquitoes, snakes, tigers, leopards, and so on? In short, all the clichés that I usually joke about suddenly became potential realities. Another concern: as a mixed Franco-African family (not me, but my partner and her oldest), wouldn’t we risk not always being well received, given what you sometimes hear about that in India? How would Indians react to seeing a mixed-race family, the ultimate taboo in a country of purity and social segregation, which would undoubtedly raise many questions for them? Of course, not everything went as expected… Because, as you know, with India—and what makes it charming for some—there are always complications: sometimes where you don’t expect them… and sometimes where you do. I’ll go into detail about that in the journal to come (not right away) and in the final review (even later). These experiences could be useful to travelers who find themselves in similar situations and have the same questions we did before embarking on such a journey. And maybe it’ll spark the curiosity of those who aren’t concerned and will read yet another Rajasthan journal, but with its own unique twists.
Despite my unchanged constraints, which mean I have little time to write this, I don’t want to rush the story, so I’ll take my time. There will probably be lulls. I hope that won’t stop people from coming to react, debate, share their impressions, or ask for information.
Before I begin, I’d like to thank Michèle Buisson and her "Misha’s travel journals," which really helped me plan this trip. It’s tough to find information about this part of India, which is quite different from the "more traditional India." I’m so grateful to her for introducing me to a family who hosted me for 4 nights and 3 days. I can’t wait to return the favor and welcome you all to my place in early July!
Thursday, March 20th. The alarm goes off super early, but I’m already awake—I was too worried I’d sleep through it. I leave the house at 4:00 AM. The rain has stopped, and at this hour, there aren’t many trucks on the road. I arrive at Barcelona Airport easily by 6:20 AM, let the valet know I’m there, and he quickly picks up my car. This time, I’m flying with Etihad Airways again. I booked the ticket during my trip to Cambodia: Barcelona/Kolkata, Delhi/Barcelona for 567 €. At that price, I didn’t hesitate for long—I knew I had to take it. And I’m glad I did because, by the time I returned, the price had gone up to 700 €. I can already hear the reactions: "Wow, how’d you get a ticket for that price? What site did you use? You’re amazing, MarieJo!" One thing’s for sure—I’m really happy with this deal. The flights from Barcelona to Abu Dhabi and Abu Dhabi to Kolkata go smoothly, and we arrive on time at 2:55 AM. There aren’t many people at immigration, so I get through quickly. My luggage isn’t on the carousel yet. After collecting my bag, I check in for my next flight with IndiGo, a 5:40 AM flight to Guwahati, arriving at 7:00 AM. I’m starting to feel pretty tired, so I take a taxi from the airport to Gruham Sojourn Homestay. The house is upstairs, and the neighborhood seems quiet, with restaurants lining the street. The room won’t be ready until 10:00 AM, so I rest on the bench in the meantime. Once in the room, I take a shower—it really helps me feel refreshed. I need to exchange some euros, so I look up a nearby exchange bureau on Google and head out to find it. I locate it easily, and the staff are super friendly. I get a great rate (1 € = 90 INR). I wander around the neighborhood. The train station isn’t far, and small markets line the streets. I head back to my area, walking along the main avenue. About 500 meters from my street, I discover a museum. The visit is fascinating—I see the famous Majuli masks, among other things.
I’m not far from the Brahmaputra River, and the temptation to visit is too strong to resist. I’d hoped to find a promenade along the river, but that doesn’t exist here. I walk back calmly and notice several restaurants in my street. On the doorstep of my accommodation, I spot a pastry shop with cakes that look more like the ones we have in France than the typical ones here in India. A visit is a must, and I’m not disappointed!
Tonight, I’m dining at a restaurant in the street. The menu is a bit disappointing—burgers, pizzas, pasta—nothing very Indian. So, I’ll go with tomato pasta.
Thursday, March 20th. The alarm goes off super early, but I’m already awake—I was too worried I’d sleep through it. I leave the house at 4:00 AM. The rain has stopped, and at this hour, there aren’t many trucks on the road. I arrive at Barcelona Airport easily by 6:20 AM, let the valet know I’m there, and he quickly picks up my car. This time, I’m flying with Etihad Airways again. I booked the ticket during my trip to Cambodia: Barcelona/Kolkata, Delhi/Barcelona for 567 €. At that price, I didn’t hesitate for long—I knew I had to take it. And I’m glad I did because, by the time I returned, the price had gone up to 700 €. I can already hear the reactions: "Wow, how’d you get a ticket for that price? What site did you use? You’re amazing, MarieJo!" One thing’s for sure—I’m really happy with this deal. The flights from Barcelona to Abu Dhabi and Abu Dhabi to Kolkata go smoothly, and we arrive on time at 2:55 AM. There aren’t many people at immigration, so I get through quickly. My luggage isn’t on the carousel yet. After collecting my bag, I check in for my next flight with IndiGo, a 5:40 AM flight to Guwahati, arriving at 7:00 AM. I’m starting to feel pretty tired, so I take a taxi from the airport to Gruham Sojourn Homestay. The house is upstairs, and the neighborhood seems quiet, with restaurants lining the street. The room won’t be ready until 10:00 AM, so I rest on the bench in the meantime. Once in the room, I take a shower—it really helps me feel refreshed. I need to exchange some euros, so I look up a nearby exchange bureau on Google and head out to find it. I locate it easily, and the staff are super friendly. I get a great rate (1 € = 90 INR). I wander around the neighborhood. The train station isn’t far, and small markets line the streets. I head back to my area, walking along the main avenue. About 500 meters from my street, I discover a museum. The visit is fascinating—I see the famous Majuli masks, among other things.
I’m not far from the Brahmaputra River, and the temptation to visit is too strong to resist. I’d hoped to find a promenade along the river, but that doesn’t exist here. I walk back calmly and notice several restaurants in my street. On the doorstep of my accommodation, I spot a pastry shop with cakes that look more like the ones we have in France than the typical ones here in India. A visit is a must, and I’m not disappointed!
Tonight, I’m dining at a restaurant in the street. The menu is a bit disappointing—burgers, pizzas, pasta—nothing very Indian. So, I’ll go with tomato pasta.
Friday, November 4
My flight Barcelona - Abu Dhabi - Delhi went smoothly, it’s on time, and here I am back in India after 3 long years.
As I step off the plane, we head toward customs. It’s 3 AM, I’m tired but happy. The huge customs hall is below ground level and buzzing with people who’ve just arrived. In the end, they’re well organized—Indians to the left, foreigners to the right, and all along the hall, the customs officers’ posts, who remain very zen despite the crowd. It took me less than 2 hours to get out of the airport, which was pretty quick.
For this return trip, I got in touch with a driver from the "Lovers of India" group who was supposed to take me from the airport to Udaipur, passing through non-touristy villages like I love. This French-speaking driver had convinced me to travel by car, which was supposed to make moving from village to village easier. Two or three days before departure, I receive a message from the driver saying he was sick with a cold and sending another driver, his very kind brother who knows Rajasthan well but doesn’t speak French. I’m a bit disappointed by this message and doubtful about the driver’s sincerity, but I don’t have time to find another driver, so I stick to my plans, though I’m not at ease.
At the exit, the driver hasn’t arrived, and I wait half an hour before seeing him show up with a big smile, "Namaste." We don’t waste time and head to the car, which is clean and new.
We get to know each other in the car and hit the road toward Alwar. Along the way, we stop for lunch and to taste my first masala chai, which wakes up my taste buds.
I doze off during the drive, and we arrive at the Atlantic Hotel in Alwar at 10:30 AM. My room is on the ground floor, and I settle in quickly. The Wi-Fi isn’t working, but the staff do everything they can to fix it. At noon, Gajender, the driver, suggests visiting the Qila Fort, which is on the heights of Alwar. The fort is closed for restoration, but safari tours are offered—jeep, guide, driver, and visit for 1600 Rs.
We follow the great wall, which is impressive—the second largest in India and the third in the world.
We spot peacocks and monkeys.
The guide shows me an old stepwell lost in nature. It’s always my thing to check out these baoris, which can be stunning, but this one isn’t anything special. We arrive at the palace overlooking the city.
We walk around the palace, and I discover another stepwell that’s not worth lingering over.
The tour is over, and I had a great time despite the fatigue. We head back down to Alwar, near the City Palace, which has been turned into administrative offices. Gaju (the driver’s nickname) finds a parking spot near a dhaba where we have lunch (paneer masala, chapatis, chai)—it’s delicious. With my energy restored, we head to the palace. On the top floor is a museum that I visit.
At the exit of the museum, we have to go back down and walk around the palace to get to the Moosi Maharani Chhatri. I’ve been here once before and really liked it, and the place is still the same—calm and relaxing.
"This monument is the most artistic in Alwar and also the most royal, filled with fascinating history. Maharaja Vinay Singh of Alwar built this two-story cenotaph in 1815 in memory of his father, Maharaja Bakhtawar Singh. It’s also known as Moosi Maharani ki Chhatri, named after the king’s mistress, who performed sati upon his death. After the sati, she was accepted as the king’s wife. It’s an elegant monument, shaped like a flower and built with a mix of brown sandstone and white marble. The first floor is made of sandstone, while the upper floor and the chhatris (cenotaphs) are in white marble. Its sculpted pavilion has dome-shaped arches with intricate lace-like and exquisite floral patterns. There are complex motifs that shine brightly in the sunlight. The colorful circular ceiling is an important part of Moosi Maharani Ki Chhatri and is adorned with faded gold-leaf paintings of mythological figures and scenes. The footprints of Maharaja and Moosi Rani are engraved in marble inside the cenotaph, and locals pay their respects to them."
Near the chhatri, there’s a large water reservoir with a magnificent view. The place is peaceful and relaxing, and I stay here for a while, contemplating and daydreaming before heading back to the hotel for some well-deserved rest. The Wi-Fi is working now. I’m the only foreign guest, and since my room is near the entrance, I’ll be well taken care of throughout my stay.
I doze off during the drive, and we arrive at the Atlantic Hotel in Alwar at 10:30 AM. My room is on the ground floor, and I settle in quickly. The Wi-Fi isn’t working, but the staff do everything they can to fix it. At noon, Gajender, the driver, suggests visiting the Qila Fort, which is on the heights of Alwar. The fort is closed for restoration, but safari tours are offered—jeep, guide, driver, and visit for 1600 Rs.
We follow the great wall, which is impressive—the second largest in India and the third in the world.
We spot peacocks and monkeys.
The guide shows me an old stepwell lost in nature. It’s always my thing to check out these baoris, which can be stunning, but this one isn’t anything special. We arrive at the palace overlooking the city.
We walk around the palace, and I discover another stepwell that’s not worth lingering over.
The tour is over, and I had a great time despite the fatigue. We head back down to Alwar, near the City Palace, which has been turned into administrative offices. Gaju (the driver’s nickname) finds a parking spot near a dhaba where we have lunch (paneer masala, chapatis, chai)—it’s delicious. With my energy restored, we head to the palace. On the top floor is a museum that I visit.
At the exit of the museum, we have to go back down and walk around the palace to get to the Moosi Maharani Chhatri. I’ve been here once before and really liked it, and the place is still the same—calm and relaxing.
"This monument is the most artistic in Alwar and also the most royal, filled with fascinating history. Maharaja Vinay Singh of Alwar built this two-story cenotaph in 1815 in memory of his father, Maharaja Bakhtawar Singh. It’s also known as Moosi Maharani ki Chhatri, named after the king’s mistress, who performed sati upon his death. After the sati, she was accepted as the king’s wife. It’s an elegant monument, shaped like a flower and built with a mix of brown sandstone and white marble. The first floor is made of sandstone, while the upper floor and the chhatris (cenotaphs) are in white marble. Its sculpted pavilion has dome-shaped arches with intricate lace-like and exquisite floral patterns. There are complex motifs that shine brightly in the sunlight. The colorful circular ceiling is an important part of Moosi Maharani Ki Chhatri and is adorned with faded gold-leaf paintings of mythological figures and scenes. The footprints of Maharaja and Moosi Rani are engraved in marble inside the cenotaph, and locals pay their respects to them."
Near the chhatri, there’s a large water reservoir with a magnificent view. The place is peaceful and relaxing, and I stay here for a while, contemplating and daydreaming before heading back to the hotel for some well-deserved rest. The Wi-Fi is working now. I’m the only foreign guest, and since my room is near the entrance, I’ll be well taken care of throughout my stay.
Hey there, forum friends 😉
Some of you have mentioned missing the activity on this Indian "page," so let’s try to liven things up a bit—with joy and good vibes (mandatory with me 😜). Plus, it’ll make Jojoone happy 😊.
As big lovers of India—we’ve been six times—my co-traveler husband and I decided to explore Rajasthan this time around. The reason we waited so long to come here? We were dreading the tourist crowds in this state. But thanks to the timing (late March to early April 2024, which is starting to get pretty hot) and Aleph’s great tips, we were *very* far from mass tourism.
We spent three weeks getting around on our own for transport: mostly taxis and trains.
And I’ll admit, we had a rather "Arabian Nights" experience, far from the "real" India (Marien, if you’re reading this 😉). So this travel journal makes no claims other than to share what we saw, experienced, and felt—with all our ignorance about this country (which I’m fully aware of).
But fair warning: I go overboard with emojis, and this journal is super casual because it’s the one I share, almost in "live" mode, with our loved ones.
So, if you’re here, consider yourself almost part of the family 😄.
See you soon and....
Some of you have mentioned missing the activity on this Indian "page," so let’s try to liven things up a bit—with joy and good vibes (mandatory with me 😜). Plus, it’ll make Jojoone happy 😊.
As big lovers of India—we’ve been six times—my co-traveler husband and I decided to explore Rajasthan this time around. The reason we waited so long to come here? We were dreading the tourist crowds in this state. But thanks to the timing (late March to early April 2024, which is starting to get pretty hot) and Aleph’s great tips, we were *very* far from mass tourism.
We spent three weeks getting around on our own for transport: mostly taxis and trains.
And I’ll admit, we had a rather "Arabian Nights" experience, far from the "real" India (Marien, if you’re reading this 😉). So this travel journal makes no claims other than to share what we saw, experienced, and felt—with all our ignorance about this country (which I’m fully aware of).
But fair warning: I go overboard with emojis, and this journal is super casual because it’s the one I share, almost in "live" mode, with our loved ones.
So, if you’re here, consider yourself almost part of the family 😄.
See you soon and....
My train to Mathura is at 2 PM, and we’ll arrive an hour late—all good. I booked a hotel on booking, but unfortunately, it’s really far from the ghats. Walking there is out of the question—what a shame.
The hotel itself is fine, and there are several restaurants right across the street, which will be handy for dinner. This won’t be an exception, though—starting at 10 PM, they must wake up because I can hear them talking loudly, and music is playing along. My room faces the entrance, so it’s going to be tough. At midnight, I ask them to lower the volume, but they don’t listen. By 1 AM, I lose my temper, and this time, everything stops. Finally, I can get some sleep—until 4 AM, when they start up again for a little while before quiet returns until 6 AM. But when do they sleep? The noise never seems to bother them—it’s unbelievable, and I’m finding it harder and harder to tolerate. It makes a huge difference.
The next morning, as I leave, they tell me they’ll give me another room for the following night. Oh, two nights like that wouldn’t be possible—I’m exhausted.
I head out to explore the ghats and take a rickshaw, which I share with a family, to Vrindavan, a city of temples dedicated to Krishna. I visit several while wandering through the lively streets, surrounded by a crowd of devotees. By 1 PM, I’m near the Bankey Bihari Temple, but I can’t go in—it just closed. Nearby, there are restaurants, so I take the opportunity to grab my usual aloo paratha with a lassi.
The work women do here is incredibly hard, and their pay must be miserable.
I want to leave Vrindavan for Govardhan. Two young guys on a motorcycle in front of the temple approach me, and the driver offers to take me part of the way. I’m pretty skeptical, but he insists, and I eventually agree. I didn’t fully understand what was happening. Once on the bike, his friend hops on too, and suddenly I’m sandwiched between them for a multi-kilometer ride—*travel Indian-style*. We quickly drop off the friend, and I breathe easier for the rest of the trip. At an intersection, he stops—Govardhan is straight ahead, but to get to his village, he needs to turn right. We wait for the bus for a few minutes, and he flags it down so I can hop on and continue my journey. What an adventure.
the neighbor with its beautiful dome.
The work women do here is incredibly hard, and their pay must be miserable.
I want to leave Vrindavan for Govardhan. Two young guys on a motorcycle in front of the temple approach me, and the driver offers to take me part of the way. I’m pretty skeptical, but he insists, and I eventually agree. I didn’t fully understand what was happening. Once on the bike, his friend hops on too, and suddenly I’m sandwiched between them for a multi-kilometer ride—*travel Indian-style*. We quickly drop off the friend, and I breathe easier for the rest of the trip. At an intersection, he stops—Govardhan is straight ahead, but to get to his village, he needs to turn right. We wait for the bus for a few minutes, and he flags it down so I can hop on and continue my journey. What an adventure.
the neighbor with its beautiful dome.
Valérie (Alexval2) convinced me to publish this travel journal about our trip to Rajasthan, so here I go, sharing what will be my first travel journal! 🙂
But first, why India? This question has already been discussed on the forum. For me, I had these idealized images in mind: maharajahs, palaces, elephants, and friends who gave me glowing reviews. We’ve already been to Asia and wanted to do something different. We weren’t disappointed.
So, after spending what felt like hundreds of hours 😛 researching forums, blogs, and various guides, the Rajasthan region stood out as the perfect choice for a first discovery.
We managed to plan this itinerary, which is quite classic but structured around a must-see: the Pushkar Camel Fair. I’d read reviews and watched videos about it, all very enticing. We’ll see later how it turned out.
As usual, I had everything booked in advance because I don’t like wasting time looking for solutions once we’re there.
Our Air France flight arrived on time at 11:15 PM. We’d read the recommendations, and after collecting our luggage, we headed to the prepaid taxi booth. We got the receipt, and two charming guys took our suitcases to the taxi. When we arrived at the taxi, they asked for 500 INR for the porter service. Of course, I resisted, and with the driver’s help, we settled on 200 INR. Welcome to India.
We agreed with the friendly driver that he’d pick us up from the hotel (Ibis, great breakfast) for our flight to Jaisalmer. It was 2 AM, we collapsed into bed, but the night was short since we had to wake up at 5 AM.
But first, why India? This question has already been discussed on the forum. For me, I had these idealized images in mind: maharajahs, palaces, elephants, and friends who gave me glowing reviews. We’ve already been to Asia and wanted to do something different. We weren’t disappointed.
So, after spending what felt like hundreds of hours 😛 researching forums, blogs, and various guides, the Rajasthan region stood out as the perfect choice for a first discovery.
We managed to plan this itinerary, which is quite classic but structured around a must-see: the Pushkar Camel Fair. I’d read reviews and watched videos about it, all very enticing. We’ll see later how it turned out.
As usual, I had everything booked in advance because I don’t like wasting time looking for solutions once we’re there.
Our Air France flight arrived on time at 11:15 PM. We’d read the recommendations, and after collecting our luggage, we headed to the prepaid taxi booth. We got the receipt, and two charming guys took our suitcases to the taxi. When we arrived at the taxi, they asked for 500 INR for the porter service. Of course, I resisted, and with the driver’s help, we settled on 200 INR. Welcome to India.
We agreed with the friendly driver that he’d pick us up from the hotel (Ibis, great breakfast) for our flight to Jaisalmer. It was 2 AM, we collapsed into bed, but the night was short since we had to wake up at 5 AM.
hi,
sorry for the accents, I’m in Dubai right now. I just got back from India after a short 10-day trip to the Golden Triangle (Delhi-Jaipur-Agra).
I noticed a lot of hippie-style Anglo-Saxon tourism. Sure, there’s the change of scenery, the temples, the Taj Mahal, and the low cost of living, but personally, all I saw was: misery, filth, chaotic traffic, non-stop honking, diarrhea despite eating at restaurants recommended in the *Routard* and *Lonely Planet* guides, noise, lots of homeless people, delayed trains with uncomfortable first-class carriages, pushy vendors, rickshaw drivers, and beggars, humid heat, dust, nothing worth bringing back, no sidewalks so you’re constantly on edge, questionable hygiene in hotels and restaurants, and locals who treat visitors like cash cows.
So my question: What do people really love about India for those who go multiple times, especially on the same circuit?
Personally, I think it’s just the fact that you can spend without worrying about your budget, and that’s what attracts the French during this period of low purchasing power.
sorry for the accents, I’m in Dubai right now. I just got back from India after a short 10-day trip to the Golden Triangle (Delhi-Jaipur-Agra).
I noticed a lot of hippie-style Anglo-Saxon tourism. Sure, there’s the change of scenery, the temples, the Taj Mahal, and the low cost of living, but personally, all I saw was: misery, filth, chaotic traffic, non-stop honking, diarrhea despite eating at restaurants recommended in the *Routard* and *Lonely Planet* guides, noise, lots of homeless people, delayed trains with uncomfortable first-class carriages, pushy vendors, rickshaw drivers, and beggars, humid heat, dust, nothing worth bringing back, no sidewalks so you’re constantly on edge, questionable hygiene in hotels and restaurants, and locals who treat visitors like cash cows.
So my question: What do people really love about India for those who go multiple times, especially on the same circuit?
Personally, I think it’s just the fact that you can spend without worrying about your budget, and that’s what attracts the French during this period of low purchasing power.
Hi everyone, I just got back from a trip to Northern India with my family. Given the time it took to organize, I thought future travelers might find this useful.
Context: First time in India. Dates: August 5 to August 23. 2 adults + 2 boys (17 and 11 years old). Itinerary: Delhi - Shekawati (Bagar, Mandawa) - Bikaner - Thar Desert (Kaku) - Jaisalmer - Jodhpur - Udaipur - Bundi - Jaipur - Agra - Delhi. High-end hotels, travel in a Toyota Innova (like a Renault Espace) with a driver. Agency: Atithi Travels, contact: Rajeev, Driver: William. Budget: 3112 € for flights (Air India chartered by Air France and booked through Go Voyages), 1080 US$ per person for hotels with breakfast, car with driver, full-board night in the desert, camel ride, boat on the lake in Udaipur, farewell dinner, 1000 € for on-site expenses (drinks and meals—1 per day / various tips including driver (150 rupees per day) / monuments and outings / personal shopping and gifts (including 2 carpets 1x2m, 1 bedspread, a pair of curtains, 10 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, 2 tablecloths, 5 scarves, 1 small piece of jewelry, and various trinkets...). In short, about 1900 € per person all-inclusive for 17 nights.
Review of Atithi Travels: Very professional and accommodating. They responded quickly to my many prep emails, accepted all my hotel choices—even those they weren’t used to working with (I picked them beforehand using TripAdvisor, VoyageForum, the *Routard* guide, and Ulysses’ Rajasthan guide). They were the only agency out of the nine I consulted that accepted all my choices. Their pricing was reasonable, in the first quartile of the agencies I contacted. They allowed payment in three installments (1/3 at booking by bank transfer, 1/3 upon arrival in India, 1/3 in Udaipur). They checked in throughout the trip to ensure everything was going well with the driver and local reps. They offered a great solution for the night in the desert. My direct contact (Rajeev) personally picked us up at Delhi airport on the evening of the 5th (a Sunday). If I had to do it again, I’d go with Atithi again without hesitation—just negotiate the prices a bit.
Review of the Driver (William): He drove very cautiously (which is super important in this country). He kept his distance from his "guests," which worked perfectly for us. No hard sell to take us to shops or restaurants. Just so you know, the driver gets 150 rupees per day for lodging and meals. When he stops at a tourist restaurant, especially on the road, he eats for free (for you, if you eat there, it’s 2–3 times more expensive than elsewhere). Some shops, especially in Jaipur, give him commissions. Overall, we had an unspoken agreement. The driver would stop halfway through the journey at a tourist restaurant so we could use clean toilets, grab a Coke, and he could eat and rest (after 2.5 hours on the road in India, it’s well-deserved and necessary). After 30 minutes, we’d hit the road again. For shops, he didn’t pressure us, and we were very clear about stopping only at places we’d chosen (via Lonely Planet, for example). Overall, we were happy with his service.
Review of the Stops: Generally speaking, in very touristy places, you’re constantly approached by touts and vendors. As soon as you move away from those spots, Indians are welcoming, friendly, and happy to chat with foreigners. Between each stop, it’s 4–6 hours because the roads are tough—average speed is 50 km/h. Keep this in mind when planning your route. We chose to stay 2 nights in most places to avoid spending all our time in the car. Delhi: Worth seeing, but rough for a first impression—loud in some areas, aggressive, but we don’t regret it. For our first taste of Indian cuisine, we dined at United Coffee House on Connaught Place, a restaurant for the Indian middle class. It was delicious, really nice, and reassured us that we’d enjoy the food. Shekawati: Amazing, off the beaten path, not very touristy, and the people are friendly. Note: Bagar, which we picked after reading an article in *Ulysses*. It’s off the usual routes. Result: we were the only tourists in this small town and had a fantastic evening. Mandawa (just an hour from Bagar) is on all the Shekhawati circuits, so it’s more touristy. But still nice because of the colorful Havelis (go see them alone, without clingy guides trying to charge you extra for every visit without giving all the details—only the rupees matter to them). Note: there’s a great, affordable cobbler on the main street of Mandawa (Main Bazaar), just before Sonathia Gate on the right. Beautiful handmade slippers for 300 rupees. By the end of the trip, I regretted not buying more pairs—the leather is so soft and comfortable. I haven’t seen any as nice since. Bikaner: Good, a necessary stop before crossing the desert if you’re heading to Jaisalmer (recommended). It lets you see the Karni Mata Temple (Temple of the Rats), a camel farm, a first Jain temple, a quiet spice bazaar (take a rickshaw for a morning), and the well-maintained fort. Kaku (night in the Thar Desert): A highlight, absolutely must-do. Nothing like what you’ll find in Jaisalmer. Simple, remote, and wild—no tourist buses, just you and the few Indians taking care of you. Watching the sunset, the starry sky, shooting stars, and sleeping under the stars is unforgettable. It’s neither too cold nor too hot. The toilet facilities are basic but hygienic. It’s fantastic, and the whole family loved it. Jaisalmer: Very exotic, at the edge of Rajasthan, right out of the Thar Desert. A magical little town. Watch the sunset near the cenotaphs, visit Gadi Sagar for a picturesque stop with a temple by the lake, lots of Indians feeding huge catfish, and pedal boats for rent. Nearby, the best lassi of the trip at "Mohan Juice Center." Don’t miss the three Havelis—take the back streets if you want to avoid the touristy areas. As for the classic camel ride at sunset, know that the dune spots are beautiful, but at the same spot, at the same time, hundreds (no exaggeration) of tourists arrive by the busload, each on their own camel (hundreds of them), with vendors selling drinks, trinkets, and impromptu shows. It kills the dream. Jodhpur: The Mehrangarh Fort is EXCEPTIONAL, very well maintained, with a great audio guide in French. The most beautiful fort/palace visit of the whole trip. The restaurant inside is excellent. Spend a morning there, and don’t forget to visit the temple at the end of the ramparts for a top-notch view of the Blue City. Around the Clock Tower, you can try delicious, fresh lassis at Shri Mishrilal Hotel, mostly frequented by locals, and grab a tasty masala omelet on the go at Vicky’s Omelette Shop—he’s always smiling and collects notebooks full of messages from his customers. We found beautiful cashmere scarves at Handloom House, a fixed-price shop with good prices. Ranakpur: Another highlight. An exceptional Jain temple in the middle of nature. We chatted with the high priest, ate in the refectory at 5 PM (meals at 5, 5:30, and 6 PM) with locals (super good, all-you-can-eat for 20 rupees per person). Our only regret: not staying overnight. For just 50 rupees more, you can sleep in simple but clean cells and attend the evening ceremony, see the temple at sunset (otherwise, it closes at 5 PM), and be alone in the middle of nowhere. It’s also a lush place full of non-aggressive monkeys that take what you give them from your hand. Don’t miss it under any circumstances. Udaipur: Unique and charming, our first glimpse of Ghats on this trip with Indians bathing in the morning and doing laundry. The lake is enchanting, and the Hindu temple is special. Dinner at Jagat Niwas Palace Hotel (where we were staying) with a stunning view of the lake. Very good food, reasonable prices, and an exceptional setting. Bundi: First regret. A charming little town off the tourist trail, but dull after Shekawati. Not much to see. Jaipur: Second regret. VERY aggressive, overcrowded, with glaring poverty in the streets, persistent beggars, relentless vendors, deafening traffic, and endless traffic jams. The Hawa Mahal is on a polluted main road, and the Amber Fort is a tourist trap. It’s poorly maintained, and the elephant ride is the ultimate tourist attraction: hundreds of tourists on elephants in a line, 550 rupees for 2 people for a 10-minute ride, with vendors shouting the whole way while the elephant handler reminds you 10 times to tip him. Tourism at its worst. Don’t go unless you’re with young kids who’ll remember riding an elephant forever. Even then, it’s possible in other cities like Udaipur. Don’t believe your driver if he says not to shop before Jaipur because that’s where the best selection and prices are. It’s false. There’s no more selection (except for jewelry), prices aren’t lower, and the quality isn’t better. It’s just a big city with lots of shops that pay commissions to touts. Still, there’s a beautiful textile shop that doesn’t look like much but has fixed prices, is affordable, and offers superb quality: SOMA (http://www.somashop.com/). The local middle and upper classes shop there for home textiles (tablecloths, bedspreads, sheets, curtains) and clothes. This shop is even mentioned by *Forbes* as one of the "World's Top Shops" (http://www.forbes.com/..._sb_1215feat_ls.html). The one positive in Jaipur: Raj Mandir, a historic, stunning cinema. You can go with your eyes closed—guaranteed atmosphere with Indians cheering, laughing, and taking sides for the characters. Even without speaking the language, we understood everything and had a great family moment. Plus, there’s an intermission to grab a snack. It’s fantastic. The theater is often full, but you can reserve. Nearby, the Galta Temple is picturesque with hundreds of monkeys and kids bathing in the pools. Fun, especially in the late afternoon. If we had to do it again, we’d skip Jaipur—too noisy, too aggressive. Agra: Just before Agra, stop at Fatehpur Sikri. The visit takes about 3 hours. It’s beautiful. I regret not staying overnight to admire Akbar the Great’s city at sunset. In Agra, the Taj Mahal is king. Our best photos were taken from the Yamuna River. From there, the Taj is stunning (its back = its front), and you can stay as long as you want (it’s free). The next day, we visited at 6 AM and stayed for 4 hours—it was peaceful and gorgeous.
Overall, we would’ve liked one more night in Ranakpur, one more in Udaipur, one in Fatehpur Sikri, and just one in Jaipur to see the Hawa Mahal and go to the Raj Mandir.
Review of the Hotels
Delhi / Amaraya Haveli: Clean and nice, run by two French people in a quiet neighborhood of New Delhi. Comfortable rooms, good breakfast, clean, a bit pricey. Satisfaction rating: 3 out of 5
Bagar / Piramal Haveli: A charming stop, a Haveli from the early 20th century, with very large rooms, warm and attentive service, and a GREAT dinner. All for a modest price since it’s off the tourist trail. Highly recommend. Satisfaction rating: 5 out of 5
Mandawa / Desert Resort: Outside the city, at the edge of the desert. Rooms are in "traditional" huts with all the comforts. There’s a pool, and it’s very quiet. Breakfast is mediocre. Avoid dinner—it’s a rip-off (three times more expensive than elsewhere and not good). Satisfaction rating: 4 out of 5
Bikaner / Lallgarh Palace: Former maharaja’s palace, well maintained, gorgeous rooms with marble everywhere, a large art-deco indoor pool, good restaurant, very classy. Worth the price. Satisfaction rating: 5 out of 5
Jaisalmer / Gorbandh Palace: Large modern hotel mimicking local architecture. Big pool, but the rooms are poor—noisy and small. Mediocre breakfast. Satisfaction rating: 2 out of 5
Jodhpur / Ajit Bhawan: Former residence, very classy, Hollywood-style pool with waterfalls and fountains, comfortable rooms tastefully decorated. Great breakfast. Satisfaction rating: 5 out of 5
Udaipur / Jagat Niwas Palace: By the lake, very charming, good food, restaurant with an exceptional view, very romantic, but the room amenities are mediocre. Satisfaction rating: 5 out of 5
Bundi / Braj Bhushanjee: The best hotel in Bundi, in a beautifully decorated old Haveli. The rooms are mediocre and very noisy. Breakfast is average, but the welcome is warm. Satisfaction rating: 2 out of 5
Jaipur / Samode Haveli: Exceptional, very comfortable, gorgeous pool, spacious rooms, attentive and non-pushy service, free Wi-Fi, beautiful restaurant, great breakfast. Satisfaction rating: 5 out of 5
Agra / Howard Park Plaza: A mid-range chain hotel with a small pool. Comfortable enough, limited service, terrible breakfast. Satisfaction rating: 1 out of 5
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Context: First time in India. Dates: August 5 to August 23. 2 adults + 2 boys (17 and 11 years old). Itinerary: Delhi - Shekawati (Bagar, Mandawa) - Bikaner - Thar Desert (Kaku) - Jaisalmer - Jodhpur - Udaipur - Bundi - Jaipur - Agra - Delhi. High-end hotels, travel in a Toyota Innova (like a Renault Espace) with a driver. Agency: Atithi Travels, contact: Rajeev, Driver: William. Budget: 3112 € for flights (Air India chartered by Air France and booked through Go Voyages), 1080 US$ per person for hotels with breakfast, car with driver, full-board night in the desert, camel ride, boat on the lake in Udaipur, farewell dinner, 1000 € for on-site expenses (drinks and meals—1 per day / various tips including driver (150 rupees per day) / monuments and outings / personal shopping and gifts (including 2 carpets 1x2m, 1 bedspread, a pair of curtains, 10 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, 2 tablecloths, 5 scarves, 1 small piece of jewelry, and various trinkets...). In short, about 1900 € per person all-inclusive for 17 nights.
Review of Atithi Travels: Very professional and accommodating. They responded quickly to my many prep emails, accepted all my hotel choices—even those they weren’t used to working with (I picked them beforehand using TripAdvisor, VoyageForum, the *Routard* guide, and Ulysses’ Rajasthan guide). They were the only agency out of the nine I consulted that accepted all my choices. Their pricing was reasonable, in the first quartile of the agencies I contacted. They allowed payment in three installments (1/3 at booking by bank transfer, 1/3 upon arrival in India, 1/3 in Udaipur). They checked in throughout the trip to ensure everything was going well with the driver and local reps. They offered a great solution for the night in the desert. My direct contact (Rajeev) personally picked us up at Delhi airport on the evening of the 5th (a Sunday). If I had to do it again, I’d go with Atithi again without hesitation—just negotiate the prices a bit.
Review of the Driver (William): He drove very cautiously (which is super important in this country). He kept his distance from his "guests," which worked perfectly for us. No hard sell to take us to shops or restaurants. Just so you know, the driver gets 150 rupees per day for lodging and meals. When he stops at a tourist restaurant, especially on the road, he eats for free (for you, if you eat there, it’s 2–3 times more expensive than elsewhere). Some shops, especially in Jaipur, give him commissions. Overall, we had an unspoken agreement. The driver would stop halfway through the journey at a tourist restaurant so we could use clean toilets, grab a Coke, and he could eat and rest (after 2.5 hours on the road in India, it’s well-deserved and necessary). After 30 minutes, we’d hit the road again. For shops, he didn’t pressure us, and we were very clear about stopping only at places we’d chosen (via Lonely Planet, for example). Overall, we were happy with his service.
Review of the Stops: Generally speaking, in very touristy places, you’re constantly approached by touts and vendors. As soon as you move away from those spots, Indians are welcoming, friendly, and happy to chat with foreigners. Between each stop, it’s 4–6 hours because the roads are tough—average speed is 50 km/h. Keep this in mind when planning your route. We chose to stay 2 nights in most places to avoid spending all our time in the car. Delhi: Worth seeing, but rough for a first impression—loud in some areas, aggressive, but we don’t regret it. For our first taste of Indian cuisine, we dined at United Coffee House on Connaught Place, a restaurant for the Indian middle class. It was delicious, really nice, and reassured us that we’d enjoy the food. Shekawati: Amazing, off the beaten path, not very touristy, and the people are friendly. Note: Bagar, which we picked after reading an article in *Ulysses*. It’s off the usual routes. Result: we were the only tourists in this small town and had a fantastic evening. Mandawa (just an hour from Bagar) is on all the Shekhawati circuits, so it’s more touristy. But still nice because of the colorful Havelis (go see them alone, without clingy guides trying to charge you extra for every visit without giving all the details—only the rupees matter to them). Note: there’s a great, affordable cobbler on the main street of Mandawa (Main Bazaar), just before Sonathia Gate on the right. Beautiful handmade slippers for 300 rupees. By the end of the trip, I regretted not buying more pairs—the leather is so soft and comfortable. I haven’t seen any as nice since. Bikaner: Good, a necessary stop before crossing the desert if you’re heading to Jaisalmer (recommended). It lets you see the Karni Mata Temple (Temple of the Rats), a camel farm, a first Jain temple, a quiet spice bazaar (take a rickshaw for a morning), and the well-maintained fort. Kaku (night in the Thar Desert): A highlight, absolutely must-do. Nothing like what you’ll find in Jaisalmer. Simple, remote, and wild—no tourist buses, just you and the few Indians taking care of you. Watching the sunset, the starry sky, shooting stars, and sleeping under the stars is unforgettable. It’s neither too cold nor too hot. The toilet facilities are basic but hygienic. It’s fantastic, and the whole family loved it. Jaisalmer: Very exotic, at the edge of Rajasthan, right out of the Thar Desert. A magical little town. Watch the sunset near the cenotaphs, visit Gadi Sagar for a picturesque stop with a temple by the lake, lots of Indians feeding huge catfish, and pedal boats for rent. Nearby, the best lassi of the trip at "Mohan Juice Center." Don’t miss the three Havelis—take the back streets if you want to avoid the touristy areas. As for the classic camel ride at sunset, know that the dune spots are beautiful, but at the same spot, at the same time, hundreds (no exaggeration) of tourists arrive by the busload, each on their own camel (hundreds of them), with vendors selling drinks, trinkets, and impromptu shows. It kills the dream. Jodhpur: The Mehrangarh Fort is EXCEPTIONAL, very well maintained, with a great audio guide in French. The most beautiful fort/palace visit of the whole trip. The restaurant inside is excellent. Spend a morning there, and don’t forget to visit the temple at the end of the ramparts for a top-notch view of the Blue City. Around the Clock Tower, you can try delicious, fresh lassis at Shri Mishrilal Hotel, mostly frequented by locals, and grab a tasty masala omelet on the go at Vicky’s Omelette Shop—he’s always smiling and collects notebooks full of messages from his customers. We found beautiful cashmere scarves at Handloom House, a fixed-price shop with good prices. Ranakpur: Another highlight. An exceptional Jain temple in the middle of nature. We chatted with the high priest, ate in the refectory at 5 PM (meals at 5, 5:30, and 6 PM) with locals (super good, all-you-can-eat for 20 rupees per person). Our only regret: not staying overnight. For just 50 rupees more, you can sleep in simple but clean cells and attend the evening ceremony, see the temple at sunset (otherwise, it closes at 5 PM), and be alone in the middle of nowhere. It’s also a lush place full of non-aggressive monkeys that take what you give them from your hand. Don’t miss it under any circumstances. Udaipur: Unique and charming, our first glimpse of Ghats on this trip with Indians bathing in the morning and doing laundry. The lake is enchanting, and the Hindu temple is special. Dinner at Jagat Niwas Palace Hotel (where we were staying) with a stunning view of the lake. Very good food, reasonable prices, and an exceptional setting. Bundi: First regret. A charming little town off the tourist trail, but dull after Shekawati. Not much to see. Jaipur: Second regret. VERY aggressive, overcrowded, with glaring poverty in the streets, persistent beggars, relentless vendors, deafening traffic, and endless traffic jams. The Hawa Mahal is on a polluted main road, and the Amber Fort is a tourist trap. It’s poorly maintained, and the elephant ride is the ultimate tourist attraction: hundreds of tourists on elephants in a line, 550 rupees for 2 people for a 10-minute ride, with vendors shouting the whole way while the elephant handler reminds you 10 times to tip him. Tourism at its worst. Don’t go unless you’re with young kids who’ll remember riding an elephant forever. Even then, it’s possible in other cities like Udaipur. Don’t believe your driver if he says not to shop before Jaipur because that’s where the best selection and prices are. It’s false. There’s no more selection (except for jewelry), prices aren’t lower, and the quality isn’t better. It’s just a big city with lots of shops that pay commissions to touts. Still, there’s a beautiful textile shop that doesn’t look like much but has fixed prices, is affordable, and offers superb quality: SOMA (http://www.somashop.com/). The local middle and upper classes shop there for home textiles (tablecloths, bedspreads, sheets, curtains) and clothes. This shop is even mentioned by *Forbes* as one of the "World's Top Shops" (http://www.forbes.com/..._sb_1215feat_ls.html). The one positive in Jaipur: Raj Mandir, a historic, stunning cinema. You can go with your eyes closed—guaranteed atmosphere with Indians cheering, laughing, and taking sides for the characters. Even without speaking the language, we understood everything and had a great family moment. Plus, there’s an intermission to grab a snack. It’s fantastic. The theater is often full, but you can reserve. Nearby, the Galta Temple is picturesque with hundreds of monkeys and kids bathing in the pools. Fun, especially in the late afternoon. If we had to do it again, we’d skip Jaipur—too noisy, too aggressive. Agra: Just before Agra, stop at Fatehpur Sikri. The visit takes about 3 hours. It’s beautiful. I regret not staying overnight to admire Akbar the Great’s city at sunset. In Agra, the Taj Mahal is king. Our best photos were taken from the Yamuna River. From there, the Taj is stunning (its back = its front), and you can stay as long as you want (it’s free). The next day, we visited at 6 AM and stayed for 4 hours—it was peaceful and gorgeous.
Overall, we would’ve liked one more night in Ranakpur, one more in Udaipur, one in Fatehpur Sikri, and just one in Jaipur to see the Hawa Mahal and go to the Raj Mandir.
Review of the Hotels
Delhi / Amaraya Haveli: Clean and nice, run by two French people in a quiet neighborhood of New Delhi. Comfortable rooms, good breakfast, clean, a bit pricey. Satisfaction rating: 3 out of 5
Bagar / Piramal Haveli: A charming stop, a Haveli from the early 20th century, with very large rooms, warm and attentive service, and a GREAT dinner. All for a modest price since it’s off the tourist trail. Highly recommend. Satisfaction rating: 5 out of 5
Mandawa / Desert Resort: Outside the city, at the edge of the desert. Rooms are in "traditional" huts with all the comforts. There’s a pool, and it’s very quiet. Breakfast is mediocre. Avoid dinner—it’s a rip-off (three times more expensive than elsewhere and not good). Satisfaction rating: 4 out of 5
Bikaner / Lallgarh Palace: Former maharaja’s palace, well maintained, gorgeous rooms with marble everywhere, a large art-deco indoor pool, good restaurant, very classy. Worth the price. Satisfaction rating: 5 out of 5
Jaisalmer / Gorbandh Palace: Large modern hotel mimicking local architecture. Big pool, but the rooms are poor—noisy and small. Mediocre breakfast. Satisfaction rating: 2 out of 5
Jodhpur / Ajit Bhawan: Former residence, very classy, Hollywood-style pool with waterfalls and fountains, comfortable rooms tastefully decorated. Great breakfast. Satisfaction rating: 5 out of 5
Udaipur / Jagat Niwas Palace: By the lake, very charming, good food, restaurant with an exceptional view, very romantic, but the room amenities are mediocre. Satisfaction rating: 5 out of 5
Bundi / Braj Bhushanjee: The best hotel in Bundi, in a beautifully decorated old Haveli. The rooms are mediocre and very noisy. Breakfast is average, but the welcome is warm. Satisfaction rating: 2 out of 5
Jaipur / Samode Haveli: Exceptional, very comfortable, gorgeous pool, spacious rooms, attentive and non-pushy service, free Wi-Fi, beautiful restaurant, great breakfast. Satisfaction rating: 5 out of 5
Agra / Howard Park Plaza: A mid-range chain hotel with a small pool. Comfortable enough, limited service, terrible breakfast. Satisfaction rating: 1 out of 5
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Thierry
Hi there,
We’d like to travel overland from Turkey to India in our converted van, but there are very few options these days. Crossing Iran seems risky and not particularly safe. Has anyone here done it? If so, which route did you take to minimize safety concerns?
Thanks for your replies, Julie 😎
We’d like to travel overland from Turkey to India in our converted van, but there are very few options these days. Crossing Iran seems risky and not particularly safe. Has anyone here done it? If so, which route did you take to minimize safety concerns?
Thanks for your replies, Julie 😎
I’ve been busy—here’s another travel journal on Rajasthan, with some new discoveries as always.
Thursday, January 25: I left home at 4:30 AM and headed to Barcelona airport. The roads weren’t blocked by farmers yet, so I made the trip without any issues. I arrived at the airport at 7:10 AM, called Parkvia, and someone picked up my car 15 minutes later. All that was left was to check in my luggage. My Etihad flight was at 10:25 AM, which gave me time for breakfast. We landed in Abu Dhabi at 7:30 PM. The flight to Delhi was at 10:15 PM, the transfer went smoothly without any stress, and we arrived in Delhi at 3:00 AM. I couldn’t waste any time upon arrival because I had a flight to Jodhpur at 6:55 AM. I got to customs, and what a nice surprise—the hall was empty. I went through immediately, had my passport and visa checked, and everything was fine. I grabbed my bag quickly and looked for the transfer to T2, which is outside. You have to walk along the taxi parking lot and take the long corridors—it’s well signposted, and the transfer took 10 minutes. At first, I was a little stressed, not knowing how long customs would take, but in the end, I was early for my 6:55 AM flight. I’m even glad I booked this one, as it got me to Jodhpur at 8:20 AM.
When I arrived, I took an auto-rickshaw to Jodhpur Palace GH, which I’d booked on Booking. The welcome was nice, and I was given a room right away. I was hoping to rest a bit, but unfortunately, it was very noisy. I settled in, took a shower, and was ready to go out and explore the city. The owner stopped me as I was leaving and told me I had to change rooms—I had to repack my bag before heading out. He showed me the way to the clock tower, which is about a 15-minute walk away.
A market lines the street leading to the tower, and the traffic is intense.
I set off in search of the stepwells and Gulab Sagar, a large basin with three water jets and a great view of Mehrangarh Fort. And yes, more baoris!
Toorji Ka Jhalra Bawdi isn’t far away. It’s a meet-up spot for tourists, with restaurants and terraces lining the area. The place is nice.
I looked for Mahila Bagh Ka Jhalra, went around in circles a bit, and finally found it right across from Gulab Sagar, where I’d already been. It’s not in good condition—it’s a shame it hasn’t been restored.
I went back through the clock tower area, found a currency exchange with a good rate, and booked my train tickets for the whole trip. The street was lively, with heavy traffic.
I was tired and headed back to the guesthouse. When I got there, I realized my phone wasn’t showing the right time, which gave me a chance to rest before going out for dinner. The Indigo restaurant is nearby and will be perfect.
Thursday, January 25: I left home at 4:30 AM and headed to Barcelona airport. The roads weren’t blocked by farmers yet, so I made the trip without any issues. I arrived at the airport at 7:10 AM, called Parkvia, and someone picked up my car 15 minutes later. All that was left was to check in my luggage. My Etihad flight was at 10:25 AM, which gave me time for breakfast. We landed in Abu Dhabi at 7:30 PM. The flight to Delhi was at 10:15 PM, the transfer went smoothly without any stress, and we arrived in Delhi at 3:00 AM. I couldn’t waste any time upon arrival because I had a flight to Jodhpur at 6:55 AM. I got to customs, and what a nice surprise—the hall was empty. I went through immediately, had my passport and visa checked, and everything was fine. I grabbed my bag quickly and looked for the transfer to T2, which is outside. You have to walk along the taxi parking lot and take the long corridors—it’s well signposted, and the transfer took 10 minutes. At first, I was a little stressed, not knowing how long customs would take, but in the end, I was early for my 6:55 AM flight. I’m even glad I booked this one, as it got me to Jodhpur at 8:20 AM.
When I arrived, I took an auto-rickshaw to Jodhpur Palace GH, which I’d booked on Booking. The welcome was nice, and I was given a room right away. I was hoping to rest a bit, but unfortunately, it was very noisy. I settled in, took a shower, and was ready to go out and explore the city. The owner stopped me as I was leaving and told me I had to change rooms—I had to repack my bag before heading out. He showed me the way to the clock tower, which is about a 15-minute walk away.
A market lines the street leading to the tower, and the traffic is intense.
I set off in search of the stepwells and Gulab Sagar, a large basin with three water jets and a great view of Mehrangarh Fort. And yes, more baoris!
Toorji Ka Jhalra Bawdi isn’t far away. It’s a meet-up spot for tourists, with restaurants and terraces lining the area. The place is nice.
I looked for Mahila Bagh Ka Jhalra, went around in circles a bit, and finally found it right across from Gulab Sagar, where I’d already been. It’s not in good condition—it’s a shame it hasn’t been restored.
I went back through the clock tower area, found a currency exchange with a good rate, and booked my train tickets for the whole trip. The street was lively, with heavy traffic.
I was tired and headed back to the guesthouse. When I got there, I realized my phone wasn’t showing the right time, which gave me a chance to rest before going out for dinner. The Indigo restaurant is nearby and will be perfect.
Hi there,
I’m heading to India in April 2007 for a month (Delhi, Varanasi, Rajasthan). I’d love to know how Indian women dress. I’ve been searching but keep landing on sites without photos. I’ve read a lot, but I’d really like to see. I’m planning to travel light and buy clothes there, but I have no idea what to expect. My partner showed me some photos he took, but I’d like to know more.
Has anyone here done the same or brought their own clothes? I want to blend in as much as possible (disappear into the crowd), which is why I want to dress like them. Does anyone have a site to recommend?
Thanks a million!
I’m heading to India in April 2007 for a month (Delhi, Varanasi, Rajasthan). I’d love to know how Indian women dress. I’ve been searching but keep landing on sites without photos. I’ve read a lot, but I’d really like to see. I’m planning to travel light and buy clothes there, but I have no idea what to expect. My partner showed me some photos he took, but I’d like to know more.
Has anyone here done the same or brought their own clothes? I want to blend in as much as possible (disappear into the crowd), which is why I want to dress like them. Does anyone have a site to recommend?
Thanks a million!
Hi everyone,
We're back in India for the 7th time (for the other trips, check here:
https://www.unendroitoualler.fr/asie/) ... But this time, no more exploring or trekking! With age, we're just spending a quiet month in southern India, a country we particularly love...
Our journey starts in Kovalam, then Monroe Island, Varkala, Kochi, Kannur, Udupi, and finally, as in recent years, Gokarna.
No problem getting around—there’s the train all along the coast...
Night in Trivandrum
Prepaid taxi to the « Safire Residency », where we stayed last year. This hotel is still just as nice and welcoming (980 INR). Then, dinner at the restaurant « Ariya Niwas » where we enjoyed those delicious dosas again! (We missed them!)
Night in Trivandrum
Prepaid taxi to the « Safire Residency », where we stayed last year. This hotel is still just as nice and welcoming (980 INR). Then, dinner at the restaurant « Ariya Niwas » where we enjoyed those delicious dosas again! (We missed them!)
Hello fellow travelers!
I’m adding my small contribution to the reopening celebration by posting this travel journal from India, made in January 2024. We’re 4 friends (2 couples), and we did a 3-week loop in Rajasthan, stopping by Delhi and Agra (which, as everyone knows, aren’t in Rajasthan 😛). Delhi - Agra - Jaipur - Bundi - Udaipur - Jodhpur - Jaisalmer - Delhi
We rented a car with a driver from Agra to Jaisalmer, 550 € for 14 days. https://chauffeurpriveeninde.com/fr/
We took the train from Delhi to Agra and the plane (Spicejet) from Jaisalmer to Delhi.
Most of the accommodations were booked on Booking before we left.
I’m sharing this story written by Richard and illustrated by me. We dedicate it to Nathalie and Bruno, our amazing travel companions.
I’m adding my small contribution to the reopening celebration by posting this travel journal from India, made in January 2024. We’re 4 friends (2 couples), and we did a 3-week loop in Rajasthan, stopping by Delhi and Agra (which, as everyone knows, aren’t in Rajasthan 😛). Delhi - Agra - Jaipur - Bundi - Udaipur - Jodhpur - Jaisalmer - Delhi
We rented a car with a driver from Agra to Jaisalmer, 550 € for 14 days. https://chauffeurpriveeninde.com/fr/
We took the train from Delhi to Agra and the plane (Spicejet) from Jaisalmer to Delhi.
Most of the accommodations were booked on Booking before we left.
I’m sharing this story written by Richard and illustrated by me. We dedicate it to Nathalie and Bruno, our amazing travel companions.
Hi,
I'm about to open an account (payment card) with N26 Black (seems more transparent in its presentation and explanations) or maybe Revolut (but it seems to hide quite a few things).
Has anyone here used either of these two cards (or both) in India?
Thanks for your feedback and experience with this payment method.
Hi everyone, after a trip to India last October, I stayed in touch with an Indian guide who speaks French. His dream is to visit France. To get his visa, he told me he needs a letter from me confirming that I met him during my trip to his country and that I’m able to host him. He has other contacts in France, and he mentioned he’s asked them for the same thing. I’m reaching out to see if his request is legitimate or if he’s taking advantage of my kindness. I’m sorry if I offend anyone—it’s not my intention. I’m very spontaneous and don’t want to put myself in a bad situation. Thanks for your feedback. Have a great weekend. Florence/florie73
Hi fellow travelers!
I arrive in New Delhi on January 5th, and this is the third time I’ve come across what turns out to be a scam (after some research outside of booking.com): dirty places, fake reviews, etc.
So I’m starting to distrust booking.com because it really doesn’t seem like a reliable site (at least when it comes to booking hotels in New Delhi).
If you have a good place to stay (max 1500 € per night, and I don’t want a dorm) in New Delhi, I’d love to hear about it! :)
Looking forward to your replies!
If you have a good place to stay (max 1500 € per night, and I don’t want a dorm) in New Delhi, I’d love to hear about it! :)
Looking forward to your replies!
Hi there,
I’ve got a few questions about my upcoming 3.5-week trip to Tamil Nadu and Kerala (January 2025).
On the itinerary, we’re supposed to spend 3 or 4 days in Thanjavur (Tanjore). I thought the location would let us explore the surrounding area, but I’m realizing everything I want to see won’t fit into the schedule! I’d planned: 1 day to arrive from Pondicherry 1 day to go to Darasuram 1 day to go to Tiruchirappalli 1 day to head to Madurai with a stop in Chettinad Basically, we won’t see anything of Thanjavur itself! Should I skip one of the destinations?
In Kerala, after 3 days in Munnar, I’ve planned to spend a few days in Munroe Island since I didn’t get great feedback about Alleppey. I wanted to "wander" through the backwaters. Has anyone been there?
Finally, we’re ending the trip in Cherai. After booking, I realized the beaches seemed unusable (trash, rough sea...) and I’m pretty frustrated about not being able to swim. Unless there’s a better spot nearby?
Thanks for your input!
I’ve got a few questions about my upcoming 3.5-week trip to Tamil Nadu and Kerala (January 2025).
On the itinerary, we’re supposed to spend 3 or 4 days in Thanjavur (Tanjore). I thought the location would let us explore the surrounding area, but I’m realizing everything I want to see won’t fit into the schedule! I’d planned: 1 day to arrive from Pondicherry 1 day to go to Darasuram 1 day to go to Tiruchirappalli 1 day to head to Madurai with a stop in Chettinad Basically, we won’t see anything of Thanjavur itself! Should I skip one of the destinations?
In Kerala, after 3 days in Munnar, I’ve planned to spend a few days in Munroe Island since I didn’t get great feedback about Alleppey. I wanted to "wander" through the backwaters. Has anyone been there?
Finally, we’re ending the trip in Cherai. After booking, I realized the beaches seemed unusable (trash, rough sea...) and I’m pretty frustrated about not being able to swim. Unless there’s a better spot nearby?
Thanks for your input!
Hi,
I’ve read that trains in India are packed and it’s pretty tough to find seats 2-3 days in advance... Apparently, there’s still a small tourist quota for available seats, but they’re limited. Would anyone have more specific info on this?
I’ve read that trains in India are packed and it’s pretty tough to find seats 2-3 days in advance... Apparently, there’s still a small tourist quota for available seats, but they’re limited. Would anyone have more specific info on this?
Hi there,
Have you ever traveled with this airline? It seems like they have a real monopoly on some destinations and are also much cheaper.
Thank youuuu.
Have you ever traveled with this airline? It seems like they have a real monopoly on some destinations and are also much cheaper.
Thank youuuu.
Hello,
I’m looking for people who’ve volunteered with Mother Teresa’s Missionaries of Charity in India for any useful info.
Thanks so much in advance for your replies
I’m looking for people who’ve volunteered with Mother Teresa’s Missionaries of Charity in India for any useful info.
Thanks so much in advance for your replies
Hey there, fellow travelers 😎
We’re back from 15 days in northern India.
For our 6th visit to this country, we traveled between Uttar Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh, and let’s just say it was an emotional rollercoaster!!
So if you’re up for it, we’re taking you to Varanasi, Chitrakoot, Khajuraho, Orchha, and Agra.
Ready for takeoff??
WELCOME TO VARANASI
When you leave your sanitized, rigid Western world behind, there’s nothing like diving back into the Indian chaos. And we nailed it—because when it comes to monumental madness, we couldn’t have picked a better place to start than Varanasi 😉!!
Here’s a little recap of our first day in this insane city.
It all starts with landing at the city’s airport.
As soon as we step out, hundreds of Indians stare at us like they’ve never seen white people before (I’d forgotten how intense that is!). There are lots of women covered in black fabric, only their eyes visible—pretty striking, I must say. Turns out they’re Indians working in the Middle East, heading back to "work" after a month’s vacation.
We hop in a taxi, but after a few kilometers, we’re stopped… by the passage of the "state minister." The roads are freshly paved and spotless for his convoy (you can *totally* tell the difference with the roads he didn’t use 😛). We didn’t manage to spot him in the middle of the 25 cars surrounding him, though!!
Then we arrive in front of the mythical Ganges—a peaceful spot, except for a boat full of Indian pilgrims who, once again, stare at us and take our pictures (the mutual curiosity is hilarious!!).
We board a boat, and almost immediately, we pass a cremation ghat!! Oh crap, I wasn’t expecting that so soon—it hits me hard (like, *really* hard 🤪)!! Huge piles of wood, eight massive fires with families gathered around. It lasts as long as the boat ride, and you think you must’ve imagined it… but no!!
You dock and wander through the tiny alleys.
It’s 36°C (97°F) with 90% humidity—you’re dripping.
Cows block the way sometimes. The air smells like incense, then urine, then a woman’s perfume, then rotten fruit, then amazing street food—all within two meters, and *everywhere*!!
Then you step into the main street where pilgrims arrive (60,000 a day—Varanasi is the country’s holiest city!!). The chaos ramps up as you head toward the main road: nonstop honking, a bike whizzing past on your right, a scooter on your left, people brushing against you from all sides, air thick with dust and smoke (diesel *or* cremation!!), beggars of all kinds (kids, elderly, disabled) lined up to appeal to the pilgrims, the suffocating heat, and noise—*so much* noise…
In some areas, people constantly approach you: "Come see my shop," "Need a taxi?" "Want to exchange money?" And then there’s the woman with her baby in her arms, following you for meters, repeating, "No money, milk; no money, milk…" And you’re *dying* inside, but you can’t stop. If you give in, ten more will come running!! You grit your teeth, keep walking, even talk to yourself out loud!!
After half an hour, it feels like you’ve run a marathon, and you don’t even know where you live anymore!
In the evening, you head to the PUJA (public prayers for all the pilgrims) on a boat in the middle of hundreds of others. Two ghats are competing—who can make the most noise. One side is singing, the other chanting, then they switch. They wave flames, the ghats are packed.
After dinner, you head back to your room around 9 PM and see hundreds of people sleeping on the scorching stones—with cows, dogs, and goats!!!!
A huge thank-you to our parents for giving us the mental balance to handle this, because *India drives you crazy*—and we’re right in the thick of it!!!
It’s an ex.tra.or.di.nary place in the truest sense of the word, with incredible beauty—especially in its human diversity—if you can look past what shocks you.
We stayed for 3 days—3 days of unmatched intensity, where the spectacle is *constant*.
So I *highly* recommend it to all travel lovers, those who embrace difference, and the strange (for us, at least). But definitely *not* for anyone looking for a relaxing vacation!!
More to come soon if you’re interested!!
We’re back from 15 days in northern India.
For our 6th visit to this country, we traveled between Uttar Pradesh and Madhya Pradesh, and let’s just say it was an emotional rollercoaster!!
So if you’re up for it, we’re taking you to Varanasi, Chitrakoot, Khajuraho, Orchha, and Agra.
Ready for takeoff??
WELCOME TO VARANASI
When you leave your sanitized, rigid Western world behind, there’s nothing like diving back into the Indian chaos. And we nailed it—because when it comes to monumental madness, we couldn’t have picked a better place to start than Varanasi 😉!!
Here’s a little recap of our first day in this insane city.
It all starts with landing at the city’s airport.
As soon as we step out, hundreds of Indians stare at us like they’ve never seen white people before (I’d forgotten how intense that is!). There are lots of women covered in black fabric, only their eyes visible—pretty striking, I must say. Turns out they’re Indians working in the Middle East, heading back to "work" after a month’s vacation.
We hop in a taxi, but after a few kilometers, we’re stopped… by the passage of the "state minister." The roads are freshly paved and spotless for his convoy (you can *totally* tell the difference with the roads he didn’t use 😛). We didn’t manage to spot him in the middle of the 25 cars surrounding him, though!!
Then we arrive in front of the mythical Ganges—a peaceful spot, except for a boat full of Indian pilgrims who, once again, stare at us and take our pictures (the mutual curiosity is hilarious!!).
We board a boat, and almost immediately, we pass a cremation ghat!! Oh crap, I wasn’t expecting that so soon—it hits me hard (like, *really* hard 🤪)!! Huge piles of wood, eight massive fires with families gathered around. It lasts as long as the boat ride, and you think you must’ve imagined it… but no!!
You dock and wander through the tiny alleys.
It’s 36°C (97°F) with 90% humidity—you’re dripping.
Cows block the way sometimes. The air smells like incense, then urine, then a woman’s perfume, then rotten fruit, then amazing street food—all within two meters, and *everywhere*!!
Then you step into the main street where pilgrims arrive (60,000 a day—Varanasi is the country’s holiest city!!). The chaos ramps up as you head toward the main road: nonstop honking, a bike whizzing past on your right, a scooter on your left, people brushing against you from all sides, air thick with dust and smoke (diesel *or* cremation!!), beggars of all kinds (kids, elderly, disabled) lined up to appeal to the pilgrims, the suffocating heat, and noise—*so much* noise…
In some areas, people constantly approach you: "Come see my shop," "Need a taxi?" "Want to exchange money?" And then there’s the woman with her baby in her arms, following you for meters, repeating, "No money, milk; no money, milk…" And you’re *dying* inside, but you can’t stop. If you give in, ten more will come running!! You grit your teeth, keep walking, even talk to yourself out loud!!
After half an hour, it feels like you’ve run a marathon, and you don’t even know where you live anymore!
In the evening, you head to the PUJA (public prayers for all the pilgrims) on a boat in the middle of hundreds of others. Two ghats are competing—who can make the most noise. One side is singing, the other chanting, then they switch. They wave flames, the ghats are packed.
After dinner, you head back to your room around 9 PM and see hundreds of people sleeping on the scorching stones—with cows, dogs, and goats!!!!
A huge thank-you to our parents for giving us the mental balance to handle this, because *India drives you crazy*—and we’re right in the thick of it!!!
It’s an ex.tra.or.di.nary place in the truest sense of the word, with incredible beauty—especially in its human diversity—if you can look past what shocks you.
We stayed for 3 days—3 days of unmatched intensity, where the spectacle is *constant*.
So I *highly* recommend it to all travel lovers, those who embrace difference, and the strange (for us, at least). But definitely *not* for anyone looking for a relaxing vacation!!
More to come soon if you’re interested!!
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