Shower and breakfast as usual. Mr Gurupicked us up at 9 am. We passed a milk market where farmers bring their jugs of milk from the countryside to sell in the street. The side of the street had white robed vendors waiting to sell milk from large metal milk cans. 
 
And we saw motorcycles leaving with big cans of milk hanging of either side - something we'd seen before but didn't know what it was for.

Stopped for photo at the Wind Palace, which has multiple floors of carved screens so the ladies of the palace could watch the action on the street below without being observed by the public.
    
Continued on, through one of the city gates and along the old city wall.

Stopped at a few ATMs on the way out of town but none had money. Then headed out of town on a very good highway that even had tunnels through the mountain.
 
About an hour later we stopped again at a gas station on the highway where there was an ATM and a relatively short line up. We stood in line for about 30 minutes. While there a confused old lady came up with her bank documents in hand, wanting to get money from the ATM. She didn't have an ATM card and all the men in line were trying to explain to her why she couldn't get money here and had to go to a bank.

Eventually we got to the front of the line. The machine only had 2000 Rupee notes and was only issuing them one at a time. We were each able to try our cards a couple of times before the people in line behind us got mad and started giving us a hard time. In total we got 10,000 Rupees, equivalent to $200 Canadian. A fortune! Just not sure if we'll be able to spend such large notes, since nobody has change.

Drove east on really good road for about an hour more, but inevitably the good road had to end. At Dausa we turned and drove south on a pretty bumpy road for the next 3 hours. In the area around Lalsot and south, the ground got wetter and there was a lot more agriculture. I guess we're not in the desert anymore. 
 
In this area, the most common type of vehicle on the road (aside from motorbikes) was tractors pulling trailers. Nearly all the tractors were decorated with flowers. And many were blaring very loud music. We asked the driver if there was something special going on (i.e. deorate your tractor day) but he said it was just normal for this area.
 

Not sure it was limited to tractors, as we also saw a camel with a bow tied on its head.
 
There was also quite a number of old trucks that had their cabs removed, so it was just a steering column, an engine and a radiator sticking up out front. Reminded us of the Beverly Hillbillies. 

Passed another dead cow on the road, all black and bloated. And then another one that was fresher and hadn't turned black yet. Plus the usual over-loaded cars and busses, which are always fun to see.


Eventually we arrived in Sakai Madhopur, which is the city closest to Ranthambore National Park. Our driver dropped us of at the Sidhivinayak Resort (which is really just a hotel, though it does have a swimming pool, so maybe that's what makes it a 'resort'). 

After check in we went for a walk down the road and bought some beer and some water. Saw more cool stuff and a man with camels stopped to try and sell us a ride in his camel cart.


Went back to the room and sipped our beer. Then Heather had a nap while Ken worked on the travel blog. Strangely, we found the beds turned down at both ends. Heather loved this as she always likes to sleep with her feet uncovered. Ken not so much.

 
At 7 we went to the restaurant for supper. Then back to the room and to bed.