The journey is long, through rural India The lady in the bright yellow saree is shaping cow dung patties and drying them on the kerbside. These are ideal fuel for slow cooking curries.
We are a bit annoyed when a stop - touted as afternoon tea stop - turns out to be a jewellery factory. many of the designs are very traditional, but hugely expensive, and I think Duncan is relieved that nothing really takes my fancy.
Finally we arrive at our hotel, the Marriot. We get given a bindi (I'm not sure that this should really be for men.) Again, a wonderful hotel is spoiled by maintenance flaws. I put it down to all the cleaners being men!
This is the swimming pool area, and I am dying to break out my togs - but they are preparing it for yet another wedding. |
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