Somewhere in between. . .

Trip Start Dec 21, 2009
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Trip End Mar 29, 2010


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Flag of India  , Rājasthān,
Sunday, February 21, 2010

Set out with the sun, as expected, making good time until the inevitable trucks started hogging the road, especially through the small set of ghats between Pushkar and Udaipur. 
Bike ran stupendously, getting me to Udaipur in five hours or so, an average of 60 klicks per hour.  Not too bad.
I put this somewhere between the two because some of the pics are from pushkar, others from the way down to Udaipur.
Nothing too eventful on the way, the usual almost getting killed in a head on crash once an hour or so.  Lots of truckers honking and waving at the crazy Gora weaving in and out of traffic with expert ease.

It would seem that from about 100km from Udaipur is Marble Country.  No not Marlboro, that's Marble.  Truck after truck hauling gigantic blocks of the white stuff to innumerable cutting shops which line the road for at least 100 kilometers.  The trucks are slow and easy to pass, and the shops mostly sell huge cut and polished slabs of the stuff, sometimes transported by underpowered two-stroke trishaws which sag and struggle up the hills and pray for good brakes on the way down.
Other trucks also share this region:  Water trucks, presumably for the cutting wheels, though no amount of water could settle this great cloud of white dust; and also long tankers with a crudely painted skull and crossbones on the back stating simply:  "Danger, Sulfuric Acid!  Honk please.  Have a nice day."
Ahh, Incredible India.
Eventually through some ghats, I came down the valley to Udaipur--almost missed the sign, as it was in Hindi, but fortunately enough, I can read a little of the script, so after puzzling over the multi-worded sign, I finally came upon the hindi word for "udaipur" which, if one is to use the phonetic spelling of devanagiri, should actually be pronounced a little like "Ud-Yapur."  So much for western translation.
Careening like crazy through crowded markets, having no real idea of where I was going or which direction I was going in (india at midday has a way of doing this), I finally saw the "clock tower," pretty sad really as an attraction, and I knew I was close to Lal, or Red Ghat, where the Goras and cheap hotels are.
Up and down narrow and steep lanes found me a parking spot by the side of the road at the top of a small hill.  The hotel, "lake ghat Hotel"  looked a bit posh for my tastes, but after doing the transaction in full power hindi with the old Rani that came out, I soon had a corner cold-water single for just 300 rupees, about 200 rupees less than the normal price.  Thank god I have a head for languages.
Upstairs is a wonderful rooftop restaurant (although they obviously have no idea what "paneer tikka" means, or what "spicy" means), and after a couple of lemon sodas and a bowl of egg-fried rice (eggs!!), I settled in for a quick siesta in my comfy and cool room.
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