As I go through the small town of Bikaner, one thing that really hits me is the filth. Compared to the other cities in Rajasthan, this one looks quite filthy. There is garbage on the streets and the spitters abound. For some reason, we hate keeping our saliva in our mouths. Whether it is phlegm, paan or gutkha, spitting seems to be the finest way in which towns are painted red. Considering that this city draws a number of tourists it is quite tragic to see that no one seems to care about keeping the city presentable.
To my bad luck, I had my stay in the old city of Bikaner. Now I have seen many old cities in many cities across India. Typically, they have narrow lanes and old-style architecture but Bikaner's old city is comparatively even narrower and dirtier. Open sewers, a smell of feces hanging in the air and streets where one can barely walk as cattle, autos and humans jostle for space.
Luckily I had only a one day stopover here. Did not find much of virtue. The only redeeming feature was the Junagadh Fort.
To my bad luck, I had my stay in the old city of Bikaner. Now I have seen many old cities in many cities across India. Typically, they have narrow lanes and old-style architecture but Bikaner's old city is comparatively even narrower and dirtier. Open sewers, a smell of feces hanging in the air and streets where one can barely walk as cattle, autos and humans jostle for space.
Luckily I had only a one day stopover here. Did not find much of virtue. The only redeeming feature was the Junagadh Fort.
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