Journey to the Hill Fort

Fast-forwarding a bit: we left Delhi on our way to our next destination - Kesroli Hill Fort. We travelled via a sleepy (or seemingly so) town called Alwar, where we discovered this beautiful old palace? castle? complex they call it. As most of the things in India it is rather run-down, but somehow it gives it an incredible charm. You almost feel like you are in a ghost town - the delicacy of its carvings, the aristocratic feel of marble everywhere.People, however, seem to be taking little notice of this beauty. I suppose it's like me walking through Green Park in the mornings. Do I notice the history and grandeur around me when I'm late for my 9 o'clock meeting?......

Kesroli 14-th century Hill Fort where we stayed until this morning. Going through the very poor villages that surround it you would never guess that just 2 kms away is a place that charges per night the amount that the locals earn in a month. Did it feel weird? yes. did we somehow feel guilty? yes. did we enjoy it nevertheless? immensely.

This is a view from our terrace. What else can I say?:)...

Another view from yet another terrace that was adjacent to our room (I said to J that if we wanted to find a hotel with as many balconies as this one had, we couldn't find anything better! Katya's heaven - balkonchiki....). I spent the whole day there, leisuring under the sun in 33 Celsius heat reading 'The Bridget Jones's diary'. Yes, exactly that! I found it in a previous hotel on a shelf left behind by a previous traveller. V. convenient I say.

We went for a walk in a near-by village the following day. I can tell you for a fact - I had never had such amounts of admiration from so many males!! We had literally crowds of boys of all sorts of ages following us, trying to touch me (v. naughty) and shouting 'Katrina, I love you baby!' Very sweet and eventually very tiring - who could have thought?:)

Sunset from the top of the Fort's roof.