Beautiful Bundi

What do you think of when you think of Rajasthan? Food? Music? Palaces? Yep, me too. Everyone always raves about how beautiful the state is, and obviously, I wanted in. I visited Bundi for 2 weeks – a tiny little place we hoped would be a little off the beaten track. Everyone knows about Pushkar, Rishikesh, Jaipur and Ajmer, so when my friend heard about Bundi, a quiet little town, it sounded fabulous. A 21 hour train ride later, we arrived in Kota to take a rickshaw onto Bundi with the two backpacks, one guitar, one roubab and one snare drum in our arsenal. Rickshaws are a quintessential way to get around in India, but up until then, the longest I’d spent in one was about twenty minutes. This took well over an hour and it was a fairly bumpy ride. No, actually, it was very bumpy. Heads up number one. It was all worth it when we reached the top of the hill though. Welcome to Bundi.

For anyone who doesn’t know, Rajasthan sits in India’s north-west and literally means ‘Land of the Kings.’ Not so hard to see why! It was breathtakingly beautiful in places (not all, because let’s face it, its India) and so much cooler than Goa, which had reached skin scorching proportions. Bundi, in the south-east, it turned out, is actually a city, though it didn’t feel that way. It was small enough to walk around in and although it apparently has 100,000 inhabitants, it was never overwhelmingly busy. It might only have a fleeting section in the Lonely Planet guide, but off the beaten track it definitely wasn’t. In fact, there was an alarmingly large contingent of daily coachloads of middle-aged Europeans (lots of beige chinos and the like) and French people – something to do with it being listed in the Le Guide Bleu. I was travelling with a Frenchman and I think he was a bit devastated to see so much French stuff everywhere. Even some of the shop signs and info were in French. No English, just Hindi and French – insane!

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Bundi’s popularity is probably due to the fact that it’s the city attributed to the inspiration for Kim, by Rudyard Kipling and plenty of people flocked to the summer palace where he’d stayed. And not forgetting, the city fort. And bloomin impressive it was too. It’s practically carved into the cliff-face and seems to have served the city well. They looked like fairly impenetrable walls and if that wasn’t enough, it was completely run by these red-faced monkeys. Bloody aggressive little buggers too. One tried to attack the owner of the guesthouse we stayed in and another managed to sneak into our room. I much preferred the black-faced ones. Here are some photos from around the place:

It was fairly cheap, too. We paid 300 rupees a night for our room (approx £3 with our own bathroom) and it was in a lovely guesthouse, about 10 minutes walk away from the main street. And the people – man, the people. Possibly the friendliest I’d come across yet. Yes, sometimes they gawked at me – black travellers, especially women, not being that common an occurrence. But then, so did a lot of other backpackers. What can I say, I was starting a trend! Schoolkids would shout hello and wave from their overcrowded rickshaws which, I guess, took the place of local school buses. Everyone was so curious – why are you here, where are you from, what do you think about our beautiful city? Just gorgeous.

Now, nowhere is perfect, so here’s my version of the rundown:

Good things about Bundi

  • The people. And not just the locals. We met some awesome backpackers there, too
  • It’s relatively cheap. Food was slightly more expensive, especially the thali. 500 rupees – possibly the most expensive dish I’d encountered.
  • It’s beautiful
  • The views are amazing, especially from the fort and palace. You can see just how big the city is, with all the blue and green buildings (we were told that the blue houses were hindi households and the green were muslim)
  • It’s small enough to walk most places, so it’s great for those who don’t like scooters and such

Bad things about Bundi

  • It’s small. It’s in both lists because while it was nice to be able to walk to nearly anywhere, it was too small to stay for as long as we did, but we had no choice due to onward transportation (mine)
  • The cost of bikes were astronomical. Around 500 rupees for a day. A day, not 24 hours. I’d been paying 250 for 24 hours before then and was told that even that was expensive.
  • It’s noisy. I know beeping horns is par for the course in India, but in Bundi they took it to extremes. Very irritating after a while
  • Things close early. If you’e looking for a bar – move on. Non-existent – this isn’t Goa. You can get Bang Lassi’s though, which I’m told has some kind of hallucinogenic effect. Not my bag. Most shops and restaurants closed around 11ish
  • It had a really bad smell in some parts. I can only describe it as rotten eggs. No idea if it was the sewage, but it was distracting at times
  • Wifi connection and even cabled internet connection was pretty non-existent.

Good places to eat

There were plenty of places to eat, and we were told some close down pretty quickly, so this might get out-dated but if you go and they’re still there, they’re worth checking out:

  • Lakha’s – we ended up spending most of our time in this teeny tiny little restaurant. It’s run by Lakha and he cooks everything, fresh, as it’s ordered. And, he’s great fun.
  • Romeo’s – great biryani and a nice chilled vibe. Probably the most ‘western’ place, so always full of backpackers
  • Out of the Blue – fantastic pizzas and falafel. Apparently they have one in Pushkar and another opening in Dharamsala (Baghsu I think). However, I’d give the chocolate shake and desserts a miss

If you do make it out that way, it’s well worth a visit, and probably soon, because I can only see it getting more and more popular. I heart Bundi.

Sab Kuch Milega – Anything is Possible #travel #writing #goa #india

Sab Kuch Milega – Hindi. Translates to English as ‘Anything is possible.’

When I decided to publish Together Apart, I had a little fantasy of having a glass of bubbly substitute (because I don’t like the real thing) with a friend or two in a bar somewhere to celebrate. It didn’t quite work out like that in reality. What happened was, I pressed the big, yellow publish button from a cafe in Arambol, Goa in my own company with a latte and a slice of almond buckwheat cake at 7am while waiting for my friend to arrive from London. Rock and Roll.

It was just one of many things that have come to sum up the process of self-publishing that I’ve seen so far. Always expect the unexpected because anything is possible.

I did have some reservations before I left England. I really wasn’t sure what the internet situation would be like over there so I was pleasantly surprised to find that wifi was literally everywhere. Except, it always seemed to crash when I needed it the most. Like the very day I was to push the button after having announced the released date to my family and friends. Even still, it was a small price to pay for being here.

I should say, I’m not a travel writer. I made two diary entries in the 4 months I was away and they were on occassions where it was write or cry. I must admit, I do regret not spending a little time each day writing in my notepad but hey ho. In any case, I am a writer, and I chose  to publish my book while travelling. And this meant trying to sort out all the technical stuff, liaising with my editor and cover designer, tweeting, Facebooking etc etc etc while also trying to experience one of the the most diverse, crazy places on earth. I’ll get round to blogging about those in the near future.

My book has been out for 3 months now. There were times when I said I would never publish a book while travelling again. Which is funny, because I said the same thing after being in India for 3 months. Never again.

And yet…

I know I’ll go back. I feel I have to. I want to. I barely scratched the surface of Goa and Rajasthan, let alone India as a whole and as cliched as it sounds, it really is a special place. And the same goes for my book (not the special bit, although to me it is. Obvs.) I think – no, I know – that I’ll be somewhere else when Book 2 comes out next year. I don’t know where yet, but I will. I’ve always loved writing and now I’ve had a dalliance with travelling, I’ve decided I love that too. It can be done. There are a great many people doing all kinds of things as they travel – I don’t see why I shouldn’t be one of them.

Is anyone else a travel writer or a writer who travels? I’d love to hear how others found the process!

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