Being British

This weekend offered the opportunity for our first tourist visit in the vicinity of Jhalara Pattan. Stine, Nanna and I took a bus to the neighbouring district of Kotah, the main city abundant with ornamented palaces and legacies from the British Empire. We stayed at the old British residence on the bank of the river Chambal, a luxurious hotel (hence the luxury tax of 8 per cent) that bears the signs of a past with English women in big sun hats and servants en masse. The contrast to our current everyday surroundings was stark - but despite the guilt in the back of our minds, we enjoyed one night of peaceful relaxation, a nice dinner (with meat, wooohooo) and coffee in the drawing room.