Private 7-Day Golden Triangle Tour with Pushkar & Taj Mahal

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What’s the experience like?

Landing in Delhi always feels like stepping into a living story. Our driver met us right outside arrivals—easy to spot with a small sign and a big smile. The air was thick with that mix of spice and city life you only get here. After a quick hotel check-in, I had the rest of the day to unwind. If you’re up for it, Deer Park is nearby—a quiet patch where locals jog or sip chai under old trees while parakeets chatter overhead.

The next morning started early with our guide leading us through Old Delhi’s maze. We hopped onto a rickshaw at Chandni Chowk; honestly, nothing prepares you for the chaos—vendors shouting over each other, the scent of frying jalebis from Old Famous Jalebi Wala, and cows meandering between tuk-tuks. At Red Fort, our guide explained how its red sandstone walls have seen centuries of history. Humayun’s Tomb felt peaceful by contrast—cool gardens and that faint smell of wet earth after watering. Rashtrapati Bhavan looked almost surreal in the morning haze; guards marched past as we snapped photos from the gates. By midday, we reached India Gate—families picnicking on the lawns—and then Qutub Minar, where kids tried (and failed) to wrap their arms around the iron pillar for luck.

After breakfast on day three (try the masala omelette if you can), we drove to Agra. The Taj Mahal is every bit as beautiful as people say—though seeing it at sunset with birds wheeling overhead made it feel personal somehow. Our guide shared stories about Shah Jahan and Mumtaz that made the place come alive. Later at Agra Fort, I could almost hear echoes of royal footsteps in those vast marble halls.

The road to Jaipur took us via Fatehpur Sikri—a ghost city where red stone palaces stand empty except for pigeons and stray dogs lounging in shady corners. Our guide pointed out carvings I’d have missed otherwise and told us about Akbar’s visit to Saint Salim Chishti (locals still leave offerings at his tomb).

Jaipur was all pink walls and busy markets—bangles clinking everywhere you turn. Amer Fort sits above Maota Lake; we rode up by jeep (a bit bumpy but fun). Inside, sunlight bounced off tiny mirrors set into plaster ceilings. Jal Mahal looked dreamy floating on Sagar Lake in late afternoon light. Hawa Mahal’s honeycomb windows gave us glimpses of street life below—women selling marigolds, kids chasing kites.

The City Palace mixed old grandeur with daily bustle; peacocks wandered through courtyards while guides explained Rajput history in easy English. At Jantar Mantar, I actually got to see how those giant sundials work—the shadow really does move fast! We stopped by a handmade jewelry workshop too; watching artisans set stones was oddly calming.

Pushkar felt different from everywhere else—quieter somehow but full of color. We visited the Brahma Temple (the only one dedicated just to him), its red spire standing out against blue sky. Pilgrims circled Pushkar Lake, dipping their toes or lighting little lamps as priests chanted nearby. The air smelled faintly of incense and rose petals from nearby stalls.

Back in Jaipur for one last night before heading home—I found myself missing the noise already! The drive back to Delhi was smooth; our driver kept cold water handy and even stopped for fresh samosas along the way.