At 2:30am our fan went berserk! It had been slowly rotating on a low setting throughout the night but at 2:30am turned itself up to full speed and rattled and whirred waking us both violently. Pushkar wasn't the place for nice ‘wake ups’ for me and Mads! Mads got up, accidentally turns all the lights on instead of turning off the possessed fan, turns the mains off and falls back into bed. At 6:30am we wake up, pack, get in the taxis and get the 8am bus to Jaipur. The journey lasts five hours and we see our first car crash. I'm surprised it's taken only ten days, two of the brightly decorated and adorned lorries have collided side on but no ones injured. The coach pulls over just underneath an overpass and we get off. I'm not entirely sure that it was an official stop we got off at because we were just stood on the side of road, but Jaipur is Raj’s home so we just went with it. Five tuc tucs negotiated, we pair off and hurtle to our hotel. Unfortunately for me and Mads our driver didn't actually know where he was going. Again Raj had expected this and put the hotel address in all of our phones. Beth and I get to our room, shower, and head downstairs to meet the group for lunch. We go to one of Raj’s favourite restaurants which is tucked behind an archway off a busy road. I had a dish called ‘handi chicken’. It came in a brown terrine dish and it was divine. Another thing I learnt is to order chicken dishes boneless, otherwise it's still on the bone. Some menus specify, some don't. And every sauce is called gravy. Portion sizes are generally large but doggy bags aren't really a thing, so if you don't eat it, you lose it. Unless it's breads which can be easily wrapped in tin foil. Mum and Dad, you'll be glad to know that I didn't let any of it go wasted. India has done my waist line absolutely no favours. It's all just so tasty! That afternoon, after Jess and Dylan had caught up with us from Udaipur,  we head to the Amber Palace. Beth, Mads and I made the mistake of telling the tuc tuc driver that we wanted to beat the others and get there first. What an error. I think Ali, our driver, took it as a personal challenge. We weaved around the cars, mopeds, cows, cycle rickshaws, horse drawn rickshaws, tourist buses and bicycles. We hurtled towards roundabouts and changing to red traffic lights, Ali just held out his hand toward them as if he were Magneto halting the vehicles moving towards us. A couple of times I squeezed my eyes closed, tucked my chin down and covered my ears certain that we were going to crash. The tuc tucs are so thin, you're essentially a little tin can on three wheels with a yellow plastic roof. You'd be squished like an accordion in a Tom and Jerry style but with no funny creased fan-like outcome. The journey should have taken 45minutes. It took us 30minutes. Dylan said he had watched our tuc tuc pull away shortly after telling Ali we wanted to win and had seen a couple of close calls. However, we won. Camels, tuc tucs, I'm just a winner. The palace was a large grand structure with beautiful gardens, water features, mosaics, carved panels, decorated archways and cool, airy look out towers. We hadn't timed the visit particularly well though and all got very hot very quickly, it was 39 degrees and for the first time all the others were also sweaty. Mads isn't a sweaty person so when she's hot and bothered I don't feel so gross. But, where I am used to the heat getting to me, she isn't. A very quick run around the palace and we head back to the air conditioned hotel- after telling Ali that we didn't need to race this time because we had already won. We had a quick dinner at a local restaurant, watched Shutter Island and slept.