With the warm flatulence of the camel wafting over us the giggle loop is well and truly started. Our camel cart journey takes us through the Karauli village on our way to the City Palace. Sharing narrow pot holed roads on a flat bed cart without suspension is a bone jarring event, but an event filled with great humour. We are provided with an amazing cinema scope of village life with its kaleidoscope of colours as we are followed by a cavalcade of laughing children.
The City Palace itself is a breathtaking relic built in the 17th century; it now lays dilapidated surrounded by an urban sprawl. We explore the king and queen's chambers, pose on large ottomans next to rich frescoes and fine carvings, we look down upon the King's Tiger skinning table and trek across the roof top to watch the sun set.
Karauli is a little gem and a port of tranquility after the madness of Delhi and Jaipur and as we drink Kingfisher in the old Raj's ballroom, , decorate our hands with henna and pose with a stuff tiger we realise how diverse this country is.
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