Bijaipur, India
Tonight was going to be a night of camping, and after our previous night's stay in the lap of luxury, we were all having a bit of a whinge - until we arrived. We were with the maharaja after all, we should have realised.
As we crested the hill, all we could see was a huge lake, covered in lotus leaves and fronting the lake was a row of colonnial style canvas tents, the size of a bungalow. It looked like we should be on an excavation site at the pyramids. And ...