We arrived in Bundi last night, slightly worn out after the early start (I'll say it again - yes, we actually saw a tiger) but still in high spirits. The journey was long, but we found enough energy to fit in Kota along the way and after visiting the royal museum one of the attendants took pity on us and brandishing a bunch of keys, bit by bit opened up the city palace allowing us our own private viewing. You have to bear in mind that it's low season right now and Kota isn't exactly top of list of places to visit for most people, so when you do show up at this time of year, you do get some odd looks.

After the long drive yesterday, a hearty breakfast was exactly what we needed. We're in Karauli and our hotel is the home of the Maharajah of Karauli – a very jovial and engaging gentleman who we were introduced to once we'd finished feasting. He's from the old school and although the rooms of the property are undergoing modernisation, much of the rest is frozen in time. Perhaps not everyone's cup of tea – staying in a living museum, but then sometimes you just have to try something different.