Bhadrajun Fort had been booked for us, as part of an 8 hotel/city tour, by an agent but, unfortunately for us, we preceded our night there by a 2-night stay in a 5-star hotel in Jaisalmer, the standard of which was similar to most of the other 6 hotels; obviously, the agent failed miserably in this particular case. Sadly, it was a case of chalk and cheese. The Fort hasn't seen a coat of paint for years and, at best, is an amateur attempt to be a hotel/guest house which ended up being a big disappointment for us. The Raja is playing (very badly) at being a hotelier and, if he wants to be taken seriously, I suggest that he visits his sister's place in Udaipur to find out how to do it. We were the only guests on the night in question but, the following night, there was a party of 8 or 10 due - God help them!!
Our 'welcome party' consisted of 2 children and one adult and, after a few minutes, the Rani joined us for about 5 minutes. That was the last we saw of her and her husband, the Raja, was in Jodhpur that evening.
We were given a plate of biscuits and some chai masala (both very nice) but served on a table with a highly stained tablecloth! That evening, dinner was fine, if very basic, and we were given a half bottle of wine which we thought was included in 'our package'. Big mistake - we received the bill next morning!
Our 'suite' (Kach Mahal) was full of history (all sorts of different mirrored glass dating back a very long time) and, on first glance seemed like a wonderful experience was to be had. The reality was far from that as the mattress was 'rock-hard' and the pillows even worse (they were both made of solid neoprene foam with no 'give' in them at all). More than 50% of the lighting either didn't work or had bulbs missing. The corner of the room consisted of a lump of badly laid bare concrete with a supporting pillar that displayed some serious cracking. The bathroom, a basic built-on extension offered a basin without a basin plug, a towel rail that was falling down, the most basic shower I have ever seen (apart from an African bush shower) and the shower curtain, itself, was stained a filthy brown colour. Needless to say, we did not shower!
Surprisingly, there were some plus points! The people in the Fort were warm and welcoming even though they didn't actually have a clue as to what they should be doing and, during a walkabout around the village, we met so many smiling and happy people even though it was clear that their living standards were relatively poor.
We will not be returning.