ORCHA

Right, I have most entries transferred from my journal to disc.
Readers will be confused. So am I.ORCHA: DECEMBER 23
A glorious day of exploration accompanying Francis (the Hungarian raised in Germany, and Miyuki from Tokyo. Orcha was founded by the Rajput Rajas of Bundela in 1501. The two main palaces (11 in all) command a rock promontory within a bend of the Betwa river. Every room and every courtyard is designed to capture and channel the cooling breeze off the water. No need for energy-devouring air-conditioning here. What an example for modern architects...

BACK IN ORCHA

betwa river, orcha
Ba December 22.
Dinner with a a young American NGO married to a yoga-teaching Ukranian. They live in Cambodia,he running the office of a Conservation Trust while she has founded a Nursery school. A daughter (five?) tells me that her dog died. The dog, so she says, was untrainable and pooped and weed in the house so was kept in the yard. The vet proscribed the dog the wrong medicine, so the daughter says. Given the dog's habits, possibly the right medicine?
Also at our table are an attractive but mostly silent Japanese woman (Miyuki from Tokyo) traveling with a Hungarian born German who has built himself a house outside Sharam Sheikh, Egypt, where he runs a PADI dive school.
Miyuki and Francis met at and decamped from an Ashram in Kerala. Francis owns an ancient Enfield Bullet, much modified and a fast emptying bottle of Single Malt whisky!

BACK IN ORCHA

BUNDLSKHAND RIVERSIDE HOTEL, ORCHA, DECEMBER 22
Guests meet before dinner in a circle of easy chairs arranged round an open fire. Musicians play and sing softly. The hotel manager introduces me to a captain in the Indian Army Air Corps and to a young couple (architects) with baby daughter from LA. His family is from Pakistan, Moslem. She is Hindu. The daughter will have interesting choices. A young relative of the Maharajah sits beside me. He is waiting to be told of the approaching train for Delhi. A keen biker (Enfield Bullet and new Yamaha 250), he accuses we tourists of being interested only in fringes of the subcontinent and ignoring India's heartland. He extols a ride through gloriously forested hills where streams tumble into crystal pools.The station master telephones to announce the approaching train - no time for me to write down the magic route.

BANDELKHAND RIVERSIDE

ORCHA, DECEMBER 23
The hotel is a cloistered rectangle surrounding on the lower level a lawned garden divided into four quarters by low hedges – Persian in concept. And on an upper level, a charming swimming pool.
The walls are pale ocher while the pillars and Islamic arches of the cloister are a deep teracotta outlined in white. Red and white bougainvilleas and pale plumbago drape the arches while trees shade the lawned-surounds of the pool terrace and carpet the grass with deep pink blossom. Lapis domes on slender pillars rise above the roof line, perfect size for a single rotund but diminutive sentry.

A servant leads me across the lawn to my room and opens French shutters to display the river fifty meters down a sloping bank. The sun will rise directly across the river. I must be up by dawn. Now a hot shower in a vast marble bathroom, walls patternd in blue and white tiles and towels thick and big as a winter blanket. What delight...

BANDELKHAND RIVERSIDE,

ORCHA, DECEMBER 23
Take the right fork out of janasi to Orcha (I took the left and had to backtrack fifteen Ks) so watch for the sign. Once on the side road the countryside changes to a gentle switchback with patches of woodland between small fields. Massive walls of dry-set rock breached by a gateway that has lost its gates announce the traveler's arrival on what was once the Maharaja of Orcha's domain. Drive a further kilometer and turn left beneath a high arch onto the driveway leading to the Maharaja's hunting lodge, now converted into a hotel.
I have ridden 160 Ks. I am whipped physically, continuing to cough and have the runs. The hotel manager is a miracle of welcome. Face him towards a winter cold-front back home and apple trees would glow with blossom.

CHRISTMAS EVE

I have been ill most of the time since arriving. Now I am finally on the move. Here is a blog of today.I will catch up with past days after Christmas.

ORCHA - Hotel Bundelkhand Riverside
I have dysentery. I should be miserable. I have discovered Paradise. 8 a.m. and I have been sitting for the past hour on the balcony of my bedroom and watching dawn break across the river. A pale mist lies across the water and across the jungle on the far bank. Not a mist of carbon monoxide, a true natural morning mist. Water tumbling over a low weir and over boulders is the only sound. An Indian in black walks down to the river bank and washes his hands before facing the sun, I think in prayer. He turns, sees me and, hands together, Namastes. I return his greeting. His disappears up the steps to the courtyard garden only to return and, standing below my balcony, reaches up to offer me two saffron coloured flowers. My mobile buzzes – a happy message addressed to Grandpa from Nagandra Singh at the Taj in Gwalior. Yes, Paradise. So my bowls are loose – I can deal with that! I shall dress in a little while and sit in the garden and have fresh fruit and black coffee for breakfast. Then a wonderful day of exploration. Orcha, though no more than a medium sized village, boasts two magnificent though abandoned palaces and three superb temples. strike>