Leaving Bikaner was truly awful. We are all feeling utterly deflated. The magic of India has evaded us today. Well, at least since we left our beloved Bhairon Vilas. After saying how brilliantly the kids had travelled, it all feel apart. Gus moaned for the entire length of the five hour journey and even freya had lost her patience. Pushkar greeted us with chaos at sunset. The hotel that we had planned to stay in, which had been lovely 10 years ago, doesn't look like it's been cleaned since we left.
We have ended up in a place recommended by Gansham. The hotel is new and the rooms are completely fine, but it's not what we've so quickly grown used to.
Everyone is protesting in their own way. Martha is behaving horribly; Freya and Fergus have bickered so much that we're separating them tonight. We're having and girls' room with the boys next door.
It was all going so swimmingly. Freya has decided today that she doesn't like travelling. Please don't say she's destined for a lifetime of package holidays! Hamish is grumpy because he's cross with himself. He had such grand plans for our tour of Rajasthan. Any mother I know could've told him it was never going to work. But he had to find that out for himself. He has such a love of history and culture and architecture. Just not hot topics for kids! Although having said that freya did have an awesome history lesson as she lay in bed last night and he explained all about Gandhi.
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