India Part VI - 1722 m.s.l

You know what I really love about being here? It's the lack of ignorant 17 - 25 yr old tourists; wielding beer cans in hand, being obnoxiously loud.. all whilst sporting some ridiculous and impractical fit. Nothing but festival kids wearing their festival kits everyday.. and in any climate. Anyways..

Lying deep in the ancient Aravalli Range of Rajasthan, sits a certain rocky plateau. This rocky outcrop cradles a small hill station known as Mount Abu [Abudaanchal to the locals]. After spending the previous night in the freezing Thar desert, I traveled about 450 km [12 hours] through desert and farmland, only to finally make my ascent into the Aravalli Range; where I would spend the next 2 days in the quaint little town of Mount Abu.

The friendliest of people, picturesque scenery, breathtaking views and loads of culture.. a fantastic memory..

I was lucky enough to stay at the Bikaner House during my time here..

This was my 'driver' for the Rajasthan exploration, his name is Anil. However, I didn't think of Anil as my 'driver', but more a good friend [I had to put my complete faith and trust in him]. Without fail, Anil got me to my destinations both safely and securely. Some of these roads can be unforgiving, and the level of concentration required to drive the Aravalli Ranges at night, with no street lights or barriers.. is unbelievable. I opted for a driver over sleeper coaches or trains, as you seldom get to move off the beaten track with the aforementioned modes of transport. Having the ability to stop whenever and wherever you please to get 'that' particular shot, is worth the extra money. Thank you Anil.