On route to the fort, we stopped at the Qutub Shah Tombs, the seven tombs of the greatest rulers of the Nizam era. I think we were so confused by the tombs that we spent so long doing our 'chic chak chic chak' act when we hit the first tomb thinking it was the greatest tomb until Razzak tapped on our shoulders and said " Er...this is only the small ruler's tomb...the main one is over there!!" We were like..."What?".
The ultimate tomb turned out to be not much different to the smaller tombs just bigger and have a better view and higher grounds. You could actually see the Golconda fort from here. It was so huge that it was virtually impossible to capture the full view so I resorted to cuddling to a corner just to get it...Michelle couldn't help laughing when she saw me doing it..."blending in with the flowers huh? :-) "
On to the fort finally...gosh the number of local guides that leech to you are shocking...when you say 'NO' they still follow you...again 'Ignore Ignore' and they will get the message. The special feature of this fort is the acoustic of it, if you clap your hand at the entrance of the fort, the sound will go all the way up to the tower...and it was sure one deafening sound when everybody is doing it together!!
Are we there yet? The climb was getting really cruciating...I was like "Michelle, I am dying here"...She's like "Yeah me too and we are not even one quarter up".
We are so keeping to our word of climbing at 0.1km/ph :-). Thankfully the view was superb along the way else we would have given up almost immediately.
I reckon the most hilarious thing during the climb is the numerous times we were stopped by local Indian guys asking us "Can we take a photo with you?". We were like, gosh...do we really look that weird?...Well, we both were wearing Indian blouses...mmm...the ultimate was when this dozen odd army guys wanted a picture with us...we nearly died of heart attack and since we were outnumbered, we obliged. So officially, we just became the overnite pin-up poster girls for the guys in the army barracks and a lot of local indian guys...oh dear oh dear...let's just hope they don't go start telling their friends..."Meet my foreigner girl friend"
Oh...one more thing..we discovered that the fort is a favourite dating place cos every corner we go (the hidden corners), we seemed to bump into couples having their secret talks...I think we were more embarassed than them.
I supposed that also explains the numerous graffities on the fort's wall...A love B...C and D forever...obviously the 'Writing on the Wall Is Prohibited' sign is not big enough and we sure caught a lot of them in action!!!
Tired, exhausted and freakingly hot - we were so glad when we made it back to the bottom of the
hill...full blast A/C...we told Razzak...and it still wasn't enough to dose off the heat so we asked Razzak to bring us to have kulfi - indian ice cream. He sure did and brought us to this really er very 'local' looking ice-cream place called 'Famous Ice Cream' - where the rich and poor will come and have their ice-cream. Okies, we will try. We sat down at one of the outdoor table and was going to order when I saw the guy at the stall took a block of ice-cream from the freezer, unwrapped it and plonked it down on a plastic plate with his bare hands - yes his bare hands!!! Oh dear oh dear...I told Michelle and she was like "Let's do the ice-cream sticks to be safe" and then I signalled to her..."Look look"...they have all the unwrapped ice-cream sticks in this big plastic bag and the ice-cream man was just fishing them out with his bare hands and handling it to the customers.
"Arghhhhhhhhh....we going to get so sick...never mind never mind don't think don't think just eat just eat". And the tactic sure works cos the kulfi was really yummy...and that is honest from the bottom of our hearts! Did we get sick hahaha........
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