Some of our tour group in the back of a horse drawn tonga
we caught the public bus. It was our first public bus and it looked like it was ready for the scrap heap but it was comfortable enough, air con was either the fan above your head or open the window ! We got to say goodbye to Agra but not before a good half hour ride through its dirty streets and seeing more amazing sites of daily movement of everyday people. The countryside to Bharatpur
in Rajasthan was flat and dry, fields were being attended to by farmers and women were carrying large loads on their heads. Didn't see much in the way of farm machinery it was mostly all done by hand.
me in a horse-drawn tonga
We didn't actually stay in Bharatpur itself but out in the country in a little homely resort. It had a pool and we enjoyed a restful afternoon of relaxing and drinking around the pool. In the latter part of the afternoon we had an organised visit to a village that was sponsored by Geckos. We went to the village by horse drawn tonga's, it was really nice but the wheels look like they were going to drop off ! we got there in once piece ! As usuall like any village in 3rd world country's the kids were there to greet you first. We starting off in the school playground which was just dirt no grass and the boys were playing cricket, some of our group joined in but it wasn't long before they had to quit,the kids were far better cricket players ! Our guide led us through the village and we passed a couple of women making brickets out of cow dung, the brickets were neatly made into pancake shapes and left to dry, they are used as firewood.
Its true Indians really do travel on the roof !
The village was primitive, their homes were made of brick with thatched roofs, no electricity or any of the other luxury's we take for granted. Women were milking cows and sweeping the dust out their homes, it was a very dusty place. Kids followed us around and loved having their photo taken. After wondering around the village and meeting all the locals and seeing their daily life we were invited to a house for some Chai. The old lady who owned the house wanted to show us around, she had it very nicely done inside with pictures on the wall, lovely wooden hand made cabinets with ornaments. A young boy started playing some music for us and we all had a bit of a dance, the old lady I think was an important figure in the village so had alot of respect from the other villagers. We said goodbye to the villagers and hopped back into our horse-drawn Tonga's for our ride home , some of the boys rode their bikes along with us. In the evening we enjoyed a nice meal at the hotel and hit the sack early.