Stumbling around the old blue houses of the crumbling Bundi backstreets there are paintings and temples everywhere
Locals and children greet me and the little ones chase me and ask to be in photos. How can I not oblige.
The local milkman also caught my eye. I saw loads of these guys calling out through the hood.
I popped into a temple and a woman singing and praying inside offers me some coconut flakes to eat. I’m a bit edgy because of the jippy tummy I had since yesterday but it’s the only thing I ate all day. No harm. I thought eating in a holy spot might do me some good.