Saturday, April 27, 1929
I have been more or less sick since last Saturday, but outside of headaches and generally rotten feelings, it hasn’t bothered me much. But today it clamped down on me right. One cup of tea and a piece of toast were more than enough. We visited the palaces in the morning. They are very interesting and have some nice rooms, one all in glass, another of blue dutch tile. Of course, we were not permitted in many.
The son of the Maharana again ventured forth in his boat, this time to the new Water Palace. We happened to be at the landing as he came down. The long walk through the hot dusty city to the hotel about put the clamps on me, I was so weak. Couldn’t eat, but did get some sleep till three, when it was again necessary to take the hot dreaded walk to the Nao Ghat by the palace to get a boat. They are government boats and are free for all visitors, tipping only necessary. We quickly got rid of a guide who was probably already counting the 2 rupees tip he was going to get from us, and soon were being rowed over the water to the new Water Palace by a wicked looking individual whose nose was squashed back over his face.
We visited the courts and a number of the rooms, then went down to the far end of the lake to see the wild boars being fed. The islands and palaces are beautiful from the lake. It was about dark when we again reached the ghat.