Relaxing at Diggi’s Palace

Our bus out of Agra to Jaipur is a slightly hair-raising experience. Apart from the horrendous bumps and the leaking windows when it rains really hard, as we fly round one particular corner there is a low-loader truck in the middle of the road coming the other way and it grazes all down the side of our bus and rips the rear bumper off. My fingers were resting on the sill but had they been just two inches further outside the window, I may have been typing this one-handed. But the bumpers and bits of trim are duly picked up off the road, loaded onto the roof and we carry on. The low-loader doesn’t even stop.
We arrive in Jaipur battered and hungry. We get taken a long way by cycle-rickshaw, with backpacks weighing heavy, to our hotel “Diggi’s Palace” which has been recommended by some family friends. It is a welcome change from many of the hotels we’ve been in which haven’t been anything special. Apparently it belongs to a rich racehorse owner and is set in beautiful grounds but still has cheap rooms. The room is set off a small courtyard and actually smells clean. Fantastic.

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