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 w...

After a breakfast of hard boiled eggs and toast, our car driver, hired for the day (who is also going to be our driver up until Khajaruho) drove us past the Indian Government and Prime Ministers buildings, and it was good timing too as we had to stop to let the prime ministers car pass, surrounded by 4 black cars (although I was looking in the completely wrong direction and so missed it all!). We then went to visit INdia Gate, Indias answer to L'arc de Triomphe. ...

After a breakfast of not-quite-brown-not-quite-white-more-like-orange toast and honey, we waited for the tuk-tuk drive (I think his name was Mr. Salmer) the hotel had hired for us for the day. While we were waiting, the hotel owner made us go on tripadvisor and rate it as excellent, which I resent (I would have probably given it 4/5 out of free choice) but has also made me scared that some hotels with great ratings is acually going to turn out to be a dump! Our...

Despite thinking we had the whole day to finish off last minute jobs, getting picked up at 4.30 pm by Alice's dad was still a bit of a stretch of time- I had a bit of a panic that I wouldn't be able to use either of my cards, i.e. my only means of getting cash. Luckily that got sorted and so we set off in the miserable rain, at which point the feeling of being completely overwhelmed at what we were doing sank in. We checked in, and Paul offered to buy us our las...