My alarm clock went out very early and it was still dark. Although I was still tired, I get up early and somewhat to be on time for the bus at the entrance door which was locked. I was puzzled, wondering how I can now leave the house. I looked around and found out that the domestic worker at the hotel just one floor below as I slept. I dared not to wake him. After half an hour wait, I made myself noticeable loud, so he got up, unlocked the door for me and I could walk to the bus station. The bus to Kumbhalgarh and Saera course, was already gone, so I had to wait. So I took the time to change watch me a little. The next bus to Saera was quite late, so I only arrived at noon in Saera. There, the very next bus was significantly smaller after Kumbhalgarh ready. I waited until the coach staff was there and then sat in the bus. Outside it was already very hot and I had at least 30 minutes if not longer maintained. Before the trip went off, however, were heaved heavy sacks of grain on the bus and they even made it with 3 men not heave the first corn bag in the car. So I helped you and then sat down again, bringing the milk carton that I had taken a free hand on my seat burst. It felt totally sorry that I had someone fully injected with the butter from the milk carton and I was able, despite evil eyes not undo. I tried everything only as good as possible to clean . Make The first of two milk carton I had already thrown away the future, since this was already into butter. The other I had had hopes that died with the incident. The heat here in Rajasthan, is not without a refrigerator for fresh milk well.
The bus trip to Kumbhalgarh took another one and a half hours and arrived there I still had about one kilometer walk up to the fort. Halfway someone took me on his moped with a top and after I had bought a ticket for Rs 100, I walked about 14 to clock through the gate. To my left was a large fort that I wanted to look at first. After I release the card with the rather large Site had looked and had filled my water bottle, I went up to the fort.
There I met two German from a group of 6 persons with whom I talked until they went back to their group. They wanted further wanted to go to the temple Ranakpur and Udaipur had hired a taxi with six people, which in the end, quite favorable, and above all, was faster than the bus. Too bad that I did not go with such a group was. The fort was compared to Agra and Jodhpur significantly smaller when you look at the related complex and many parts of the fort were inaccessible; because they were closed.
Looking at the Fort with the entire Fort wall, it was probably larger than the forts of Agricultural and Jodhpur. Top of the fort had a beautiful view of the surroundings and the Fort wall.
Inside, I found a rather dark and cool place where I rested me a little because it was just very comfortable there. After I explored the fort, and had seen my opinion, all accessible, I went to the nearby temple. My time in the fort was unfortunately limited, as the last bus back to Saera 17 against clock drives. I remained about 2-2.5 hours visiting time of the entire Fort area.
On the way to the little temple I saw on the side of the road are some remains of a cow. Here they seem not to be eliminated because of the holiness.
After about 10 minutes I was up at the temple, took a few photos and moved on.
for the great site I had chosen a little tour so I could see the entire area as effectively as possible. And I went from only half the field because the other half only fallow land was hilly and it was not worth the heat just to walk across the steppe to the edge of the wall. At the next group of temples I went back photos, the way there had been a little more difficult
and from there it went to the last temple near the fort wall. In Jodhpur, I had talked to the English couple in the Durag Niwas Guest House on the Kumbhalgarh Fort and the man had told me that when he was in the Kumbhalgarh Fort, a temple was closed. To him then came to a child and showed him a path over the wall into the temple interior, and he could see the temple inside it. Once at the fort wall, the fort was starting right of mirund left there were two temples, which I wanted to see, nor necessarily what I had not much time. So I went with quick steps to the two temples, the larger and more imposing temple was closed. At this point I remembered the little story of the man and even climbed over the wall up, which was pretty easy.
so I could look at this temple from the inside. Then I ran back the way over the Fort wall and came past a large troop of monkeys that fled before me.
The other temple on the way I looked to the exit I also, one of the temple had several stories that I explored all of course.
Forttor When I was in, I filled my water bottle and noticed that my ticket was gone. Apparently I had fallen out of the bag. So I was looking for a part of the wall and past the temple down again, found them not. If it was I like at the temple with the wall climbing out of the bag, she was now gone. Then I ran all the way down
to the bus stop, for fear that I might miss the bus if necessary. I got there in time to and saw some workers and workers hurled from the temple came down. So I would have had a little time. Had I missed the bus but due to a ticket, I would have been very annoyed and forced to remain here have to. The men washed themselves at the ground water pump the dirty hands and feet and had a drink. Shortly thereafter, the bus already.
The bus ride back to Saera was tiring, because the bus was totally full and I had to wait a while until I got a seat. In addition, the bus was not high enough so that the standing was uncomfortable with my size. Sitting at a bus stop at the window a couple of children asked from outside if I did something write or eat or would like for them, which I did not unfortunately. This was also the first time that I had children asked for something to write. In Saera I had to wait for the next bus back to Udaipur. So I was looking for a restaurant and found one. There I ate comfortably Thali, when suddenly stopped the bus to Udaipur at the door. I had been told that I would have time and suddenly the bus was there that I missed, of course promptly. So I waited an hour for the next bus to Udaipur, looking like the ass fighting over the leftover food lying on the street. As the bus drove off in Saera, it was already dark and I was about 22 Clock in at Udaipur. Arriving at the hotel, I knocked on the screen door closed, which was put up for it. Up in the room I went quickly to bed, because today was very exhausting.
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