Top 8 Places To Visit in India
Finally, I can go to India after two attempts to go unexpectedly of the last hour. For the trip, I exploited the period between Christmas and Epiphany, when the commitments working are rare due to holidays. I had limited time, so I chose to limit the trip to the Rajasthan region in the Northwest of India, extending to Agra in Uttar Pradesh and of course to Delhi. I started searching best travel agency in Inidia and then I found a local agency Swadeshi Journeys on internet. So I booked my trip from there. This is the solution especially revealed apt. Swadeshi has made themselves in four for be content. In program I got accommodations of the 3 star hotels, some haveli (home residential or palace historical adapted to hotel), car with full-time driver and travel expenses included, local guide in all the cities and I spent one night in the desert of the Thar with dancing show. All in 95,000 rupees (about 1350 €) that I found a relationship cost-effective price. The flight booked with a good advance, had cost 680 € with Lufthansa Air India via Frankfurt. (While Italy agencies were provide the same lap at prices up to 2500€ excluded flight). Rakesh, the driver was very kind and patient. He was fast enough to guide, compatible with road speeds and Indian traffic speed standards.
“The Land of Kings”. Rajasthan is a state of Northwest India, the largest in the country. It has a surface of 340,000 sq. km (slightly more than Italy) and the population is about 65 million inhabitants, with a density of 520/sq mi, which is among the lowest in India. This is due to the fact that the territory of Rajasthan is largely occupied by the inhospitable. Thar Desert and many areas along the border with Pakistan are militarized.
The original inhabitants of Rajasthan are called “Rajput”. Fair people and warrior traditions, who
Have faced many battle during the past centuries. In fact, the state is the most western
India and the closest one to Muslim Asia. In times of wars of religion it was many times invaded by Muslims
(From the West), from the hordes Mongols (from the North, too Genghis Khan has passed by here) and the Mughal of India East. The kings of Rajasthan (Maharaja’s) spent a lot of their existence to war fighting now against an enemy, now against another, and failing them better fought against the nearby maharajah. In Meanwhile, they found the way to erect gigantic fortresses with lots of walls and ramparts, and grandiose palaces richly and wonderfully furnished. The maharajah in the palaces just misused the time and they were always around to fight, the palaces acted essentially as home to the brides of the princes (from 3 to a maximum of 44 concubines, record for rajah of Jodhpur). The life of rajah’s wife was silent and privileged, but somewhat tied to thread, directed to that of her husband warrior: if he died in battle, willingly or unwillingly the wife also had to take her life for sharing their destiny to that of her husband killed. This land is full of wonders that amaze the visitor to the point of shudder: in a scenario natural and difficult fascinating, the Rajput had known how to build temples, fortresses and palaces, which they made from nothingness, from the sands of the desert and perched on rugged mountain foothills. Decorations of the palaces and houses stay a thousand times open-mouthed, and like me you will often ask: how did they do it? But how long have they put us? But is it wood or Stone? The beautiful frescoes of Shekhawati; the strong palaces of Jodhpur, the charming blue town; of Jaipur, the elegant pink city; of Jaisalmer, the golden city that stands on the edge of the desert; of the romantic Udaipur, with white palaces lying on the shores of lake, are just some of the testimonies of a shining and rich past whose majesty contrasts with the simplicity of small villages lost in the immensity of the desert.
After arriving on Delhi and defining the arrangements with the Swadeshi Tours, my trip to the Rajasthan began with a flight at 5.25am in the morning to Udaipur. It is a Beautiful city stretched on the shores of Lake Pichola and dominated by the City Palace. The maharajah palace in Udaipur is composed of several blocks erected over three centuries, and is made in such a position to dominate the banks of the lake and the surrounding valleys. The City Palace is impressive and amazing. The facade is 250 meters long and although it has gathered various constructed buildings by Maharaja’s era. It remains one in tune compact that does not highlight the different styles. Inside, there are many miniature paintings that adorn the salons richly researched. The precision and the goodness details of these paintings leave with the mouth open. Who knows how long they will have put us to do them. I think years, not months. At the end of my visit I do an interesting tour to feet to the historic center of the city by discovering beautiful paintings on the walls of the houses, the many representations of the God-elephant, “ Ganesh “, the good god who removes obstacles, and the beautiful carved doors that are already in a work of art. I also made the first meetings with the innumerable sacred Indian cows that they turn unspoken by lanes and staircases. In the afternoon, I enjoyed boat trip at Lake Pichola, which offers sunset spectacular views of the City Palace and ghats where men make ablutions and women wash their clothes (always under the watchful eye of cows). In the lake there are two islands built; one is the Jagmandir Temple, which shines illuminated by the evening light and the other is opulent Lake Palace, which used as a $ 1,000 extra-luxury hotel per night. The boat trip at sunset costs twice as much as morning and early afternoon, but it’s worth it. The double means 300 rupiahs (4 Euros and a half) per person, which is not much.
Kumbhalgarh of Ranakpur
After Udaipur my travel plan is going to Ranakpur, home of the famous temples. As per my request, we went to see the ancient fort of Kumbhalgarh, built during the 15th century by great king and warrior Maharana Pratap. It is located on a hill at 1100meters high; the Kumbhalgarh is surrounded by thick wall ramparts 15 meters to 44 kms. The resemblance to the big Chinese wall is impressive. Kumbhalgarh is connected to Ranakpur by a mountain road that it called NR (National Road). It’s really a tight stripe of wide asphalt not more than three meters, often with cliffs on the sides which make it dangerous and problematic while crossing with any vehicle that arrives. Holding an average of 25 per hour is already a business. But the route is extremely varied and interesting: while crossing the colorful villages of mountain you can capture some pictures of difficult rural life. There people said hello to me and smiled, but later continued to do their job with plow, or with irrigation pumps. In the end, we arrive at Ranakpur, where the beautiful temple of Jain of Adinath is immediately visible which is hidden between palm trees and bougainvilleas.
Jain’s are a Hindu minority (about 2%), wealthy caste people who do not hurt the resources needed for the construction and maintenance of beautiful temples.
The Temple of Adinath is called Chaturmukha Adinath Temple. The three-story marble building is placed on a high platform and presents one not usual 4-sided plant. The exquisite and well looked out appearance of the exterior already prepares the visitor to the unbelievable explosion of architectural and artistic complexity of the interior. On Entering, the vastness of the structure, the architectural equilibrium and the symmetry will gradually wrap completely. The beauty of this temple is truly indescribable. The temple is very large. It stands on a 60m x 62m as a fortress. The stair ramp leads to the central entrance which has a fairly small door in order to defend themselves from the incursions, beyond which suddenly a bright space appears magnificent, and the splendor takes away breath. The delicacy and accuracy of the sculptures are combines perfectly with the amplitude offered by the 1444 columns of the building, each one decorated with unique motifs, all finely carved marble. Four huge pictures of Adinath in candied marble face the 4 cardinal points in Sancta Sanctorum.
For the non Jainism, the temple is open only from 12 onwards. Having arrived shortly before of the 13, I was lucky to attend the final religious ceremony known immediately masks that ijain carry in front of mouth. I was strict fold 8 times and retained as one of the smallest insects that could inadvertently introduce swallowed during the breathing. i didn’t do any non violence there. And their belief requires respect for every living being including insects and poisonous microbes and terrestrial. That’s why the Jain faithful run with a broom attached to the waist, and its fun to see them clean the floor in front of him before treading him to avoid crushing the ants or other insects. The richest ones even have a brush made of peacock feathers…. In the temple there are also some of the Digambara sects, that is, the most orthodox ones, who turn completely naked, having given up every good soil, including clothes. As they resist, since the temple is in shadow and there the temperature is 12 to 13 degrees, it is a mystery, but from their imperturbable looks do not transpire any expression of intolerance to the cold. The temple of Ranakpur is a marvelous and grandiose work of marble carving, which arouses astonishment still after centuries and doesn’t seems to be ruined by the rains of the monsoon period. Like this, there are many more like, Mount Abu in the far south of Rajasthan, but I did not have time to go there.
Jodhpur, the blue city touched is spread around an average of 250-300 km, which takes more than 6-7 hours. Road conditions, vehicle storage, presence of animals and pedestrians everywhere make it impossible to keep a decent speed. Despite this, my driver remained a timid driver, capable of slaloming between the cows lying in the middle of the road, pedal-worn and women wearing merchandise on the head. Jodhpur is in the middle of Rajasthan, a bit behind the forests of the southeast and a bit before the northwestern desert. Beautiful town overlooked by majestic Mehrangarh Fort. Majestic by name and in fact, in Hindi it means exactly “the majestic “or other” the strong of the sun. The visit winds in the strong winds between the haveli of red sandstone worked with some sandstone parts Croatian we reached on the border of the desert which is exceptional museum of the fort. I’m not one lover of museums, but the Mehrangarh Fort Museum really deserves. The visit winds through the halls of gold, stucco and mirrors, showing to put on elephants, rajah sedans (a whole of gold weight of 600 kg), silk and velvet drapes with golden finishes and a very large armory.
Leaving the strong yes crosses the city center (which is not great, having only 800,000 inhabitants, few per the Indian standard) tower matching clock. Here is the Sardar Market; here some stalls where you can find some interesting piece of handicraft. But the truth surprise comes from the very good guide Rabinder Singh: I take it a stand where they sell hot sweets packed on moment and buy some for myself. Enveloped with Prevention is Hazard of Indian Foods bought on the street, I try to opposed to gentle endurance but my reticence it immediately falls to the first taste. The sweets that he gave me were excellent. Almost everyone is served in bowls with syrup of Sugar on the bottom, in which you have to soak the sweet before to eat it. They are so good that I drank a sweet one chapter of this story, which found later. The desserts are the specialty of Jodhpur. Even the Spices are a specialty of the area. I cannot buy a curry bag “Medium spicy”, not daring to take the “strong” version, and less bad because already that “medium” does like your red eyes. The curry perfumed: tried with the chicken and vegetables, transforms these simple ingredients in one delicacy. That being said, it remains to be explained because Jodhpur is called the city blue. Because the homes of the center citizen are all painted of blue, from which the appellation with where the city is known.
Next stop: Jaisalmer, 280km from Jodhpur west. Leave the hills of Central Rajasthan, you cross the steppe territory with the ever-growing vegetation, to become a real desert. Arrive at Jaisalmer, In the evening. It seems that here also Marco Polo has passed. The city is called “golden city” because all buildings are built by yellow sandstone, and indeed light of sunset makes it appear like a golden mirage. Again here is a fortress in a dominant position, on a hill high of hundred of meters. The sun hits I cut the strong by putting in evidence of a series of semicircular bastions impressive. The city is small; there are not even 100,000 inhabitants, some of whom live inside the walls. Jaisalmer is only having a strong inhabited by local people I find that most of the general residences of Maharaja are converted into museums. Within the fort there is the old town, where you breathe a thousand and one atmosphere nights. Access to vehicles is interdicted, so you have to walk on foot. There stroll through the alleys and alleys bows is an absolute pleasure.
Here the buildings are built without cement: the houses are just made of blocks of stones stuck together. It seems like a mosaic. French doors, cornices and balconies of the palaces are carved with the yellow sandstone with a chariot work and meticulous. Now they look like a watermark. The perfection of work is hard to convince you that it is made of stone not of carved wood. In the old town there are seven Jain temples and some beautiful “haveli’s” patrician homes there you can visit: at least Patwon ki haveli and Nathmal ji ki haveli. Between there it is a universe of characters that seem to have come out of a fairy tale: girls dressed as a princess (or maybe they are true princesses, who knows), wooden masks and terracotta, sellers of peacock feathers and obviously the inevitable sacred cows.
At some point I also cross the parade of Jaisalmer Camel Corp, that is, the camel ward of the Indian Army. Actually camels and soldiers are so lazy and covered luster that does not understand well how they could fight, so there is a doubt that you are the traits of mess tourists. Anyway, the parade it’s spectacular. In Jaisalmer I bought the most wonderful memories of travel and I have brought some gifts to Italy Like, tablecloths embroidered, with bedspread, boxes wood and camel bone worked, a wonderful knife curved with chiseled sheath. For the purchase of the latter I gave my whole show ability to bargain: a front of a starting price of about 50 Euro, I managed to rip it for only 20 Euros. This performance was up to me the compliments of the guide Dinesh Joshi, a student of engineering. But not always he can lower his Initial request: Usually it tunes for 20-25% in less, and it is very difficult tear a lower price.
Sam and the dunes of the Thar Desert
For the dawn of the day after my travel plan, a camel ride in the desert of the Thar, among the dunes of Sam, a town that is 40 km from Jaisalmer and as much from the border with Pakistan. Farther you cannot go: the area is off limits for military reasons. The camel tour (or rather, dromedary) started at 6.30 am in the dark to attend one spectacular dawn between dunes (see photo). The dune desert is not very extensive, but it shows impressive. It makes a cold fog. The temperature there was 1-2 degrees, and only thanks to mica who thought of wearing the heavy sweater! Along the way back we saw even a bunch of deer amongst the rare ones bushes. I Stayed overnight in the Prince Desert Camp (in the dunes). Incredible, the tent was equipped with all the comforts: there are carpets on the ground, two abattoirs which look like pieces from the museum, tapestries on the walls. There is even the shower with hot water. The room is surely better than those of some hotels where I slept. There electric light is provided by a generator.
In the evening, dance shows are performed in the desert, between hot cups of ginger and desserts provided by the organization. The dancers have beautiful black clothes with wires of gold and purple. After a start a bit slow, the show rushes with belly dancing, dancing with his feet in a cradle, dancing with the tower of ceramic pots in the head. The clou is the dance on the swords, on the side of the blade and with the ceramic tower always on the head. Oooh of public wonder and applause thunderous. Khichan (Numidia bridesmaids) and Deshnok (the temple of the mice) on the road from Jaisalmer to Bikaner. I ask the driver to make two deviations promptly granted: to Khichan and to Deshnok. Khichan is a village to a hundred km from Jaisalmer, famous for in winter for the “Numidia bridesmaids”, that is of the Siberian cranes; they go there to winter descending from the cold north. There the population has so much in mind who decided to tear a yard at cricket to create a space for you. Since cricket for Indians is a faith, more than football for us, giving up the courtyard to the crane must be him weighed a lot. Anyway, ikhichanese spread millet seeds and corn in the open space on which cranes fall was grunt with a shiver impressive. The caretaker shows me proudly newspaper articles that talk about him and cranes, and how he obvious a tip is imposed. For the sustenance of cranes, yes she meant, not for the caretaker. Another stop at Deshnok. Here is the most curious of all Hindu temples that I saw. It is dedicated to Karni Mata, a goddess who would be the incarnation of Shiva’s spouse, and hitherto nothing strange. What impresses is the horde of mice populating the temple. There are thousands. The sympathetic and sacred rodents would be a temporary manifestation of the faithful of the goddess, in one Existential Passage of Waiting before Reincarnation in a more evolved form of life. Meanwhile, mice come literally stuffed with milk and polenta by the faithful priests who guard the temple. The Hindu belief holds extremely suitable to be touched by rodents. Now, as I do have passed over the feet three or four times, amidst the amazement and the envy of the Hindu faithful present, it seems to me to wait for a radiant time. In truth, I’m fine still waiting for you to start.
We continued crossing the Thar Desert in the direction of Bikaner, a town of about 800,000 inhabitants in the northwest of Rajasthan. The center of Bikaner is a Bolgia indescribable. It’s a midway between a scenery from Far West and the bar Space Star Wars. For the streets crowded tricycles, tuktuk, overloaded carriages, rancid cars, miniaturists, snake charmers, sacred cows, camels with and without cart, spice sellers, banquets of pomegranates and perfume brand “Gandhi”. Then there is a train that you do not know how comes out behind an unexpected passage at the city center level. Out from the bars there are camels parked at big stones so they do not run like horses outside the saloon. The snake
Charmer for the modest figure of 100 rupees (€ 1 and a half), offer to perform a careless game of passing crowd. He’ll tell me to be of the Khalbeliya tribe, who lives in the area around Bikaner and is famous because men do the spells and the menestrelli. Women do heavy work, like snapping the ground, cut the wood and knead the mud to build the house. The center of the city is occupied by the immense fort. This is called Junagarh Fort and it is red sandstone. It is the only strong one that has not been built in position high. It seems that this defiled position has been chosen by the rajah Rai Singh, who in this way had preserved him from numerous enemy attacks; rather, History says that this is the only strong Rajasthan that he has never been expelled. The strongest defense of the fort are the mighty walls that surround it for about 1 km, plus 10 meters wide ditch than the rajah conqueror had populated with crocodiles. The style of the fort is typical of the area, with balconies and windows finely inlaid as those of Jaisalmer. The only difference is that I’m here in sandstone rose, extracted from the surrounding quarries. This color of buildings makes the inhabitants of Bikaner Consider their city as the true “pink city” instead of Jaipur which is best known as longer available. Bikaner in India is also a land of chefs and famous dishes. Here I found the best restaurant among all those experienced in India. Is called Gallop’s and is in the Junagarh area Fort. I did so to terrific ones “Murgh Bikaneri” (chicken in the style of Bikaner), with honey sweets as well dessert, for a spending of about 15 Euro.
Jaipur- the pink city
Jaipur is the capital of Rajasthan. Established in quite recent times by Rajah Jai Singh, it is a continually growing megalopolis, which has now exceeded 3 million and a half inhabitants. The name “Jai” means “City of Victory”. The most beautiful part of the city is enclosed by a lane walls with 8 magnificent access doors. The walls and all the buildings are in rosy sandstone, so the city is called the “pink city” with which Jaipur is known. The most important buildings of the pink city are all within. The first one you find is “Hawa Mahal”, or the palace of the winds, which is a beautiful Baroque fantasy wanted by one of the Maharajah succedutitisi to Jai Singh. The building consists of one row of rooms, so that they could see from the side that looks like flattened. She was devoted to court women from here without being seen, could witness the real parades and the life of the city. The splendid City Palace is still the residence of maharajah in Jaipur, so it can see only one part: the rest of the area is reserved for the private residence of the ruler and his family. But the part that is allowed to see is enough to have an idea of the glitter of the oriums and mosaics that fill the palace. The Beautiful entrance arc is in pink and gold, rose blocks of the palace, several courtyards open up on the lounges where the visit is allowed. The “blue room” in particular arouses “ooh” of amazement. Also interesting is the visit to Jantar Mantar (“calculating tool”), built by Jai Singh who was passionate about math and astronomy. In the palace there are sundial ( the high around 30 meters!), domes and loops that depend on the incidence of sunlight .They work from clock and even calendar and would also be a kind of planetary Goniometry that would allow you to calculate the distance between earth and planets.
On the way to the Amber Fort there is the Jal Mahal, or palace on the water, erected by the founder of town at the center of Man and Lake used at times as caste of hunting. Turning to the Center (what that you should always do for understand a little more Indian cities) you will find many theme bazaars, for example the fabric, wrought iron, electronics, jewels, etc. The problem lies between the lanes (like that of the photo) and dodge the myriad of different vehicles circulating. Advice: Do it; accompany your guide because the risks of getting lost and not understandable to anyone are high. The Amber Fort Elephants The “clou” of the visit to Jaipur is 11 km outside the city to the north. It is the fortress of Amber, halfway down the hill overlooking the city. At the fortress you can walk on foot, but it is much better to love patience, make a row that can last as well an hour, and book an elephant-back ticket. During the row it was literally assaulted by a horse of sellers of various jams and souvenirs, who are endowed with an insistence to the limit of harassment. A couple of Japanese who made the queue with me stood for 50 minutes to the assaults of a statuette vendor, then in the end to get rid of it he sold and bought the useless souvenir. With me, after two buckets of trash, they had got the ticket costing 900 rupees (about € 13, much for Indian standards), but the climb on Canopy is a fascinating experience not to be missed, though I have to say a little uncomfortable. Probably the canopies using maharajah should have quite different. There are 106 elephants shaking up and down for the road that rises to the fort. Every elephant can make the path return / return only 5 times in a day. Then they have to rest having run out of autonomy. So if you arrive in the afternoon, you will have to resign yourself to your feet because it is almost impossible to find free elephants. And Mahawat (elephant conductors) are very much careful not to tire the animals, also because the conductors are alone of the salaried, and the real owners of the animals rightly claim that the Pachydermi not they are exhausted. Indeed, the tasks of Mahawat are to care for them and refocus them by doing them then rest for the next day. Once you get to the top, you can visit the fort, though that it is not great.
Walking up when the elephants are at work, of course you go along another because as abusive as Mahawat the pedestrian could end up crushed from the beasts. Still, as seen in a photo, there is always some unconscious Indian that I screw up in my pony. About 400 meters above the Amber Fort is the Jaigarh Fort, much similar to that of Kumbhalgarh although less ancient. Few are visiting it, and it would be worth it well worth it, except for the sight of the city of Jaipur from them is even better.
Chand Baoris and stairwells
95 km from Jaipur, on the way to Agra, if you have time then surely make a tour towards Abhaneri town. Here is an amazing work, almost ignored by travel guides and therefore unfairly neglected: it is the Chand Baori stairwell, an outstanding work of Hydraulic engineering built around the 7th century. The well is named after King Chand of Abhaneri, and the word “Baori”, which is used in Western India to describe it constructions of this type. To reach the bottom of the well, where the water is located, you have to descend 13 floors steps up to 40 cm high, until you reach the top with water at a depth of about 30 meters. In total, counting all the stairs on the 3 sides of the well, you get to 3500 steps. The real well then plunges into the ground for another 60-70 meters. The well can be visited, but very few are the ones who do all the steep gradients going down to the bottom, rightly concerned by the fact that we must also go back. The water level was tied to the period of the year. At times of dryness there was little water and we had to go down in end, while during the rains could be reached the water falling less steps. The difference of these wells from normal water tanks buried is that the staircase allows people to reach the aquatic groundwater. In this way the well could be used not just for refueling water, but also for other purposes, such as ablutions, religious ceremonies or just like a place where to recover from the heat. Regarding supply of water, the climb with pitchers or jar was long and tiring, but in these arid areas. The water was a precious and needed even in the long periods of drought, so by justify the effort to collect it is good .The well and the staircase is conceived according to a rigorous one geometric pattern mainly based on triangle and square. It affects to Chand Baori the modularity almost hypnotic with which the walls repeat on three sides of the square. In the fourth they were built of niches and a kind of chapels carved a bas-relief they came used during ceremonies, or just for let it rest in the shade during the long and tiring climbs from the bottom of the well. These graded wells are scattered throughout India, especially in the Northeast regions (Rajasthan and Gujarat) and even in the arid regions of Pakistan. For centuries they have guaranteed water supply in a region with scarce water reserves.
Next stop is Agra. It changes region, now entering in Uttar Pradesh. Before arriving at Agra, on the road you will see Fatehpur Sikri and the Keoladeo Ghana Park famous for the bird life. Only a dense fog wraps the area to the point that entry into the park. The fog would hide the birds at the sight. Do not give up however, at the visit of Fatehpur Sikri, though will allow to barely to see the old palaces abandoned city dead, that probably with good weather they would have anything else look, but that’s it. This mist itself I did not expect it, and it is also cold to the point I have buy a couple of gloves to cover the hands. We are in the beginning January, okay, it is winter also here, but we are in India and I thought that the temperature was highest. We arrive in Agra, a long-time capital city of the Mughal empire and famous for the Taj Mahal. This monument is considered among the wonders of the world, and they are not wrong. It is a mausoleum built in 1632 by Emperor Shah Jahan, upset by the pain for the loss of wife during the birth of the fourteenth child. The construction lasted 20 years. The mausoleum is anticipated by a large quadrangular garden crossed by 4 channels of turquoise water. It is entirely made of white marble, extracted from quarries in the region of Jodhpur in Rajasthan, decorated with floral motifs. The proportions of the structure were carefully studied by architects; many facts come from Europe together with artisans marble processing specialists. The sides of the square base are 56 meters long, so such as the height of the dome, confirming the search for perfect dimensional symmetry. At the four corners of the base there are as many minarets, also in white marble. The side back faces the Yamuna River; also from this side the view of the mausoleum is remarkable. We always see the Taj Mahal in all those photo selections of places the world’s most beautiful every now. But you have to see this live for feel more deep sensations. The building of White marble emanates one light and a charm that leave our mouth open, arousing astonishment and admiration. This is only that you cannot stay for long time to admire them, which is the first that one would do, because in the meantime a few thousand co-visitors will flood you and push you to continue visit. Though wrapped up by the winter mist, as on the day of my visit, the Taj Mahal strikes and leaves a sense of harmony and beauty that is hard to forget. There is nothing to see in Agra. Another interesting monument is the Red Fort on the outskirts of the city. Great two restaurants in the “Indiana Restaurant” chain where I ate.
The visit to Agra and Delhi was conditioned by the fog. They tell me that fog is always present in this region between mid-December and mid-January. According to the Indians it is formed due to low temperatures (e.g. Agra was 1 ° C in the morning soon). But it is impossible to see the factory chimneys on the Delhi – Agra – Bhopal, which erupts in the sky dense and black fumes. Additionally, the exhaust gases of the innumerable tractor, car, courier and truck, who do not even know what the filter is anti-particulate or catalytic converter. About Delhi I can say a little more. I saw it both at arrival and at departure. I saw the statue of the monkey god Hanuman, so high that the elevated of the subway passes to the height of the waist. I could see the archaeological complex Qutub Minar and the Great Jama Mosque Masjid in the Muslim Quarter. The mosque is close to the national cricket stadium. Here the cricketer has a national faith; the players are considered idols. Well that Sunday In the afternoon the big match was scheduled between India-Pakistan. From the mosque, which is near at the stadium, we heard screaming of the fans. Eventually, India won 167-154. Rakesh had already thought of the defeat of the Indians, as in the previous match with Pakistan. Actually, the 167 dotted points from India were a low score, but Indian defense did miracles granting the last 3 Pakistani batters the misery of just one point. Hurray.
The Indian cuisine is spicy and well known hyper specified. Be alert if you order a dish whatever you do bring along with a red or salty orange that smells of curry: a probable attack on taste buds. But sometimes color is not enough as a benchmark, because Indian cuisine may be a traitor but don’t trust the appearance. A pink crème salmon or pea green pea, so innocent in appearance, can turn the palate in the concentrate of fire and flames. Eye at the end “Masala”, straighten the antennas. It’s a mix of spices that you could just translate with “Spicy”. “Paneer Masala” is the spicy cheese, “From Masala” is spicy lentils, and even tea is spicy if it served as “Masala chai”. This premise certainly does not want to be an invitation to make sure you throw on burgers and fast food.
Given the lack of confidence, after the first impact, you will begin to appreciate local foods. Just ask for the dishes to be served “medium spicy” or “light” spicy. “Some specialties, such as Tandoori chicken with mint sauce, some veggies and legumes, soups of mutton, chicken in the manner of Bikaner, are exquisite. Even the “Masala chai” mentioned above, which is always served with spices with milk. Sweets are in the end, in the truth sense of the word, the cakes: they were a real surprise.
The sweets I started from Italy preventing the Indian sweets. Then the good Rabinder Singh, the Jodhpur’s guide, offered me some sweets bought from the market. Here I describe what I liked most: – Gulab jamun, which means “rose berries” best ever. They are balls of fried pasta containing dough of milk and flour. It is served in syrup of honey, rose water and saffron is situated everywhere – Mawa kachori: dessert of fried bread with dry residues of the milk- Pyai kachori: crushed ball of Spicy potatoes with peas, wrapped in white flour, and then fried. The presence spices make it a bit spicy. – Gajar ka halwa: grilled and cooked carrots with water, milk and sugar, with final addition of almonds and pistachios. – Buns: Caramelized mango crystals and sprinkled with sugar. A delight Indian city, which has the largest tradition of sweets, is Jodhpur.
Indians drive like fools. Traffic rules do not exist, or rather the rules are not followed by any one: those who start a maneuver have the right to conclude it, whatever it is: restrain, accelerate, stop, overtake, reverse gear. Start a maneuver, the point of view of the Indian is that you have to have a reason to do so, and so will wait for you to complete it. Let’s give an example: if take a stroke (what do they do here often), all of them will limit you to moving and scanning, as if it were a fact absolutely normal. My driver has done it several times, an example to cut an intersection to prevent a traffic jam. The good thing is that even watchmen consider these maneuvers perfectly licit. In Jaipur, my driver stopped and asked a watchman to search the hotel. After receiving them, resume by doing a U-Reverse in a 4-lane avenue in the center citizen. My driver was impressed with me: “If I didn’t respect the street code I would have met with an accident every half hour.” The traffic lights have little more than a contribution to the illumination of the road. The hoardings on Roads are a lot deficient, and often only in Hindi, so incomprehensible to us. The roads are crossed by animals from anywhere: and the sacred cows move dangerously and quietly in the middle of the road, or sometimes fall to the center of the carriageway. Of course, everybody slow down and dodge them. Then there are the carts, the tuk- tuk, motorbike and bicycling, wasps and lambrettes, cams and camion cars, camels, goats, men are on horseback, sometimes even elephants and of course an impressive mass of vehicles honking. For all these reasons, tourists are allowed in India to hire a car but not to get in the way of driving. Cars like always provided with driver. Mine, Rakesh Vaish, he is a person absolutely fair and discreet, as well as good driver. The driver’s cost is included in the tour package. The driver is stand alone for that which concerns meals and nights. The last day I have invited Rakesh to dinner with me at the restaurant: it was the least that I could do.
Here the tips hints are a kind of act due. Therefore, when you change your money, it is convenient always give a good amount of 10 and 20 rupees, that is, 15 to 30 cents (attention: they are almost equal), which will be good at need. If the currency exchange does not have it, ask your driver and think he will find a kiosk for the change. How much do you give? So much for having an idea, I gave 10-20 rupees to hotel docks, 200-300 rushing to the city guides, and in the end I gave 5,000 rupees ($ 70) to the driver. This last tip must have been overwhelming, given the wonder the driver has received, and the extravagance of thanksgiving in which he performed shortly afterwards. He also buy the “save the tiger” t-shirts for me. After washing the only one I wore was limited to XL size but patience. The doors and houses of Rajasthan from an architectural point of view, Rajasthan is immediately struck by beauty the maharajah palaces, the fortune of fortresses and the extraordinary murals of the “haveli”. But by going to the alleyways of the city or stopping along the road and doing one I go to one of the many villages to discover the beauties of the common people’s homes, and also the ingenious solutions adopted to resist climatic conditions, despite the scarcity of building materials available. Far away from urban centers, rural homes, brick or stone or mud, they testify knowledge of materials from Rajasthan populations and are perfectly suited to the warm and dry climate of the region. As dough stuff is often used as well cow dung, picked up the street and sunbathing as it is doing lady of the photo.
The Indians always try to give a taste and personal connotation to the homes. Even the poorest houses made of mud-blasted mud are decorated with lime friezes. This task affects women who are very fond of drawing ornaments around doors and windows, with the little ones they have. The doors are generally painted with lively colors, and often accompanied by lime designs, especially in the southwest from Udaipur a Jaisalmer. At the entrance of the home is easy to see one depiction of the part of an elephant Ganesh, which is considered one benevolent divinity able to protect the home and family. Often on the outside you also see the date of the wedding of the spouses, or propitiatory writings. In the following pictures you can see a few pictures of homes and decorations that embellish your entrances. RAJASTHAN – The Land of the Kings Page 49 of 73 RAJASTHAN – The Land of the Kings Page 50 of 73 RAJASTHAN – The Land of the Kings Page 51 of 73 RAJASTHAN – The Land of Kings Page 52 of 73 RAJASTHAN – The Land of the Kings Page 53 of 73 RAJASTHAN
Why a trip to India?
Those who love to travel sooner or later should go to India. I think a few other countries in the world can offer such a blend of history, civilization, tradition, culture, religion mixed with elements typical of each era, such as the Internet, electronics and industrialization. There are gorgeous and opulent ancient fortresses and palaces built by the Rajas, revealing a rich past of history and tradition. But if you look good around, you will also see tapering with parables TV, and support with the CD player, the men talking on the cell phone sitting on the hump of the camel. The Indians are so many, 1 billion and 200 million, and the country is overpopulated, you see right away. There is a lot of dirt around which sometimes even puts it uncomfortable. Apparent Poverty especially when you cross villages and rural areas. It strikes the fact that social diversity came accepted and lived a normal fact. The poor, even if dressed in rags, have its own dignity and fixes it with the same proud as those of the rich. They wear the turban on their head. The lives of people are fundamental by their religion and conditions. . Temples are always full of pilgrims: you will certainly experience some religious ceremonies, and you cannot remain ignored by the faithful praying. From this point of view, the most impressive are the ceremonies of the Janis’s. For those who love photography like me, the trip to India immediately reveals succession frenetic of colors, events and unmatched subjects, so the shots do not count. Women are the most interesting subjects for hairstyles, ornaments, and the long “sari”. Take at least 200 shots a day, and then calculate how many X-cards there they serve. These notes I wrote are related to Rajasthan and the northwest of the country. Probably, to have a more complete picture of India, you should extend the visit to other areas, such as the sacred city of Varanasi and the southern regions of Kerala and Karnataka. And since my knowledge of India was limited to a region, it is likely that we would return.
The fact remains that traveling to India means traveling, which is different from taking a vacation. The vacationer goes to a country to take advantage of the possibilities of relaxation and fun that it offers, while the traveler goes to a country to know the places, people’s and civilization. It’s an important difference.
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