What makes dodging the royal palaces for a dusty jungle track actually worth your time?
Let's be brutally honest for a second. You don’t fly halfway across the globe just to get shoved around by aggressive tour groups wielding selfie sticks like weapons.
But that is exactly the reality at Amber Fort by 10 AM. Your shirt clings to your sweaty back, the sun bakes the stone courtyards, and some guy’s umbrella keeps clipping your ear.
It gets old. Fast.
