A ‘rest’ day. We take little cycle rides up into the nearby hills to explore the area. The hills are inhabited sparsely by tribal people whose children flee from us when they see us.
The Aravalli Hills… a “rest day”, cycling without pannier bagsShy village children, adept at the ageless skill of hoop & stick
Back at the Palace we set out to re-visit the nearby shire of terracotta wish fulfilling horses. A strange sight as the sun sets.
Thousands of wishes, reincarnated as terracotta horsesSunset in the Aravalli landscape
