The train station was closed when we left, and I had looked at trains for different classes online with no luck, so we have decided to wait until we get to a travel agency to see if they can book a bus, if not we will book a flight.

The 6 and a half hour journey to Mandawa, pronounced Mandava, seemed a lot quicker that it would have if we were on the M6, probably because there's more to look at in remote indian villages. We saw lots of camels tugging carts and women cartrying things on their heads. We stopped off at a cafe and had toast fried in butter, and there was a shop there so I bought some trousers and Alice bought a notebook.

We passed alot of cars with strings of flowers decorating them, which the driver said were marriage cars. Later on in the day he told us that in Rajasthan, thwe culture is that boys and girls get married at the age of 10 and they move in with the girls family.

Mandawa is quite a big town when you look down at it from the rooftop of the hotel, but as we drove through it I thought it was a small village, because the shop faces look so differen to England.

The hotel we are staying in is beautifully decoprated-it is an old Haweli, and so has pictures of Gods, Goddesses and animals on it. It has a library where you can sit down on long sofas and there is a rooftop terrace.. We wanted to look round the town instead of going to Nandavargh (?) to see more Haweli's because we got to tired after lots of dightseeing, and we are a bit worried that if we don't selectivel choose which sights to see we will end up spending far too much money. However the driver wouldn't let us go look round our own, and we would have had to pay someone 200 rupees to take us. So we decided to go to Nandavragh which we had to pay 200 rupees for a guide anyway, but at least there was probably more to see in this place (and we didn't pay 50 more to go to the museum and 150 to go to somehing else)

Had a buffet dinner, although feel abit annoyed we have to pay the 500 they charged given we don't reallyhave the option of going anywhere else- the part the hotel agfent neglected to tell us about the food not being included. (I'm writing this up about 2 weeks after it actually happened so now it seems more funny and I don't mind including this but:) Me and Alice wee both crying into our soup because we felt abit homesick.

During dinner, we heard lots of noise and music so we went to the roof terrace to have a nose. there was a kind of wagon type thing wuith wooden horses at the back and a man playing the keybpoard inside/occasionally singing, and men dancing around. There was also a boy and a man sat on a horse, both wearing very fine looking outfits. We guessed the boy was getting married but he looked about5!