Life passes more slowly in Bundi, so there was no hurry to get up that morning. Not even because of the slavery of breakfast, since it was not included and, although there was no plan apart from doing nothing, it was a special day: Sonia was 30 years old. I suppose the fact that his birthday was in January was what made us determine to travel to India on those dates. "In India, the depression of the 30s will not enter me," Sonia had told me. And he was right, especially in Bundi.
Bundi is a small city that is about four hours drive from Jaipur and hardly appears on the routes through Rajasthan. We put it on the map thanks to a good friend, Germán Aguilar (don't miss his blog, since he is currently traveling by Asia), who recommended it to us for being a quiet and authentic place to rest for a few days. The city is divided into two parts. At the top is the palace and the fort, with hotels and shops for tourists at their feet, decorated with paintings. In the lower part is the market and the daily life of the city. Bundi also stands out for having the houses painted blue, just like Jodhpur, although being smaller the blue spot that is distinguished in the lontananza is smaller.
After a late breakfast consisting of a tomato and cheese sandwich, we went out to explore what little there was. As soon as we left, we found a kind of procession of a multitude of colored sarees that were following a man and a boy riding a horse, which in turn followed a small van with speakers and loud verbena music. Maintaining the distances, we continued following the march until in a park we met some men who told us that they were going to the temple for the five-year ceremony. From what I could understand (communication is not always easy in India) when babies are born their hair is cut and when they are 3 or 5 years old they are cut again in a temple ceremony.
When they told us it was a ceremony in the temple I was quite afraid to go. Or maybe it was because the temple was a kilometer away and my feet didn't want to take another step. Despite having slept and having a relaxed day, I was still extremely tired.
At that point I decided that I already knew what to give Sonia for her birthday: a ayurvedic massage (and for me too, incidentally). Although Bundi is a little tourist site, it has not escaped tourism dog-flute. Apart from dreadlocks with Apple computers in hand, the city has a considerable number of establishments that offer massages basically for tourists. We went to the hotel to ask if they could recommend us a place and they called the doctor, who came to see us at the hotel and advised us about the different treatments. In the end, we agreed to do an Ayurvedic massage and agreed to go to the office a few hours later.