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I have been driving travellers around North India for 14 years now. Americans, Brits, Germans, Australians, one very memorable group of retired schoolteachers from Canada who made me stop for photos every twenty minutes on the Bikaner-Jaisalmer highway. Bikaner is on my routes constantly, and this guide is basically everything I tell my guests in the car, written down. Prices and timings checked in July 2026.
Bikaner has a magnificent fort, a famous camel research centre, and a temple where 25,000 rats are worshipped as sacred.
I open with that line because it usually does the job. Somewhere around “25,000 rats” people stop scrolling.
What I find funny, after all these years, is how many travellers still skip this city. They do Jaipur, they do Jodhpur, Udaipur of course, Jaisalmer if they have time. Bikaner? Most itineraries I see from foreign agents just… leave it out. And then the guests who do come tell me at the end of the trip that it was their favourite stop. Not always. But often enough that I’ve stopped being surprised.
So let me make the case for it properly.
First, the honest part. Bikaner is not beautiful the way Udaipur is beautiful. No lake, no hilltop palace glowing at sunset. It is a dusty desert trading town that never bothered to dress up for tourists, and I mean that as a compliment. Camel carts still pull building materials through traffic here. In the old city the merchant havelis are crumbling in this gorgeous slow-motion way, red sandstone going soft at the edges, and by ten in the morning the whole bazaar smells of bhujia frying in hot oil.
The city was founded in 1488 by Rao Bika. He was a son of the Jodhpur ruler, ambitious, probably a bit fed up of waiting for his father’s throne, so he rode off into the scrubland the locals called Jangladesh and started his own kingdom. Good timing on his part. The caravan trade between Central Asia and the Gujarat ports ran right through here, and Bikaner got rich taxing it. Merchant money built the havelis. Royal money built the fort.
Three things bring people here today. A fort that was never conquered, which also happens to have (my opinion, but I have walked every big fort in Rajasthan more times than I can count) the finest interiors in the state. A temple full of holy rats that you will be describing to people at dinner parties for the next ten years. And a camel culture that runs so deep the Government of India put its only national camel research institute in this city and nowhere else.
Also, and this matters if you are planning a road trip: Bikaner sits directly on the driving route between the painted haveli towns of Shekhawati and the dunes of Jaisalmer. Adding it costs you almost nothing in extra kilometres. More on that in the logistics section.
Every famous fort in Rajasthan is on a hill. Mehrangarh towers over Jodhpur, Amber sits on its ridge outside Jaipur, Jaisalmer’s fort rises out of the flat desert like something a child built out of sand. Junagarh breaks the pattern. It sits at ground level, flat on the plain, right in the middle of town, and you can walk up to its gate from the bazaar in a few minutes.
On paper that should have made it easy to capture. It wasn’t. Junagarh was attacked again and again over four centuries and never fell. The only blemish history records is Kamran Mirza, one of Babur’s sons, briefly taking an earlier fortification on this spot, and he could not hold it for even a full day. Everything after that broke against the walls. There are 37 bastions along a wall of nearly a kilometre, plus a moat, and clearly somebody knew what they were doing.
The fort you walk through today was built between 1589 and 1594 by Raja Rai Singh, the sixth ruler of Bikaner. He spent much of his career as a general for the Mughal emperor Akbar, travelling all over the empire, and you can see those travels in the building. Rajput work, Mughal work, Gujarati carving, all mixed together, with later rulers adding their own palaces on top like layers of a cake. The fort’s original name was Chintamani, by the way. It only became Junagarh, “old fort,” in the early 1900s when the royal family moved out to Lalgarh Palace and the old place needed a name.
Inside is where Junagarh wins. I tell my guests this every time: at other forts you photograph the views, at this one you photograph the ceilings. Anup Mahal is the room everyone remembers, a coronation hall covered in red and gold lacquer with glass inlay packed so densely the walls seem to glow on their own. Then there’s Badal Mahal, the cloud palace, painted floor to ceiling with monsoon clouds and falling rain. Think about that for a second. Desert kings, surrounded by sand in every direction, decorating their private rooms with paintings of rain. It tells you everything.
Phool Mahal has the mirror work. The Ganga Mahal galleries have the royal weapons and, of all things, a World War I biplane the British gifted to the maharaja. And near the Daulat Pol gate, stop for a moment at the small red handprints pressed into the wall. They mark the sati of royal women. It is a quiet, heavy thing to see in the middle of all that splendour, and I never walk past it without pausing.
Give the fort two hours minimum. Three if you like detail.
| Junagarh Fort Details (2026) | |
|---|---|
| Timings | 10:00 AM to 4:30 PM, open every day of the week |
| Entry fee, foreign visitors | Approx. Rs 300 per adult; Rs 150 for foreign students |
| Entry fee, Indian visitors | Approx. Rs 50 per adult |
| Camera | Small extra charge for still and video cameras |
| Time needed | 2 to 3 hours |
| Location | City centre, about 2 km from Bikaner Junction railway station |
| Built | 1589 to 1594 by Raja Rai Singh |
| Don't miss | Anup Mahal, Badal Mahal, Phool Mahal, the fort museum |
Ticket prices do get revised now and then, so treat those numbers as a close guide and check at the counter.
Right. The part you actually came for.
Thirty kilometres south of Bikaner, in a small town called Deshnoke, there is a temple with beautiful marble carving and huge solid silver doors. Also living inside it, permanently, fed and protected and worshipped: somewhere around twenty-five thousand rats.
I have taken hundreds of foreign guests to Deshnoke and the reactions follow a script I could write in my sleep. Nervous jokes in the car. Silence at the shoe counter, because yes, you go in barefoot, I’ll come back to that. Then about ten minutes inside, something shifts, and most people just relax. The rats, which devotees call kabas, are plump, calm, and completely uninterested in you. Generations of pilgrims have fed them grain and milk and sweets. Honestly they are living better than most of us.
The story behind it goes like this. Karni Mata was a fourteenth-century mystic, worshipped as an incarnation of the goddess Durga, and she is still the family deity of Bikaner’s royal house today. When a boy of her clan drowned, she went to Yama, the god of death, and demanded him back. Yama refused, or hesitated, depending who is telling it. So Karni Mata simply declared that her people would no longer pass into his kingdom at all. From then on, when they died, they would be reborn as rats inside her temple, and when the rats died, they would be born back into the clan as humans. Which means every kaba running across that marble floor is, in the eyes of the devotees around you, somebody’s relative between lives.
Once you know that, the rules make sense. Nobody harms a rat here. Accidentally killing one traditionally means donating a rat made of gold or silver in penance, which is why everyone inside walks with this distinctive shuffle, sliding their feet along the floor instead of lifting them. If a rat runs across your feet, that’s good luck. Food nibbled by the rats is blessed. And the great prize is spotting one of the few white rats among the thousands of dark ones. A white rat is considered a direct blessing from Karni Mata herself. In fourteen years I have seen one exactly four times, and every single time the whole courtyard erupted, people calling their families over, phones out, priests smiling.
Now, the practical bit, because this is where I earn my keep. The barefoot rule is not negotiable. This is a working Hindu temple, one of the most important pilgrimage sites in this part of Rajasthan, not a tourist show. Socks are allowed though. Bring a fresh pair to sacrifice. Every guest of mine gets this advice the evening before, and every one of them has thanked me for it the next day. There’s a wire mesh strung over the courtyard, which puzzled a guest of mine from Munich until I explained it: it keeps the hawks and pigeons off the rats. The floors get cleaned constantly. The whole scene is far, far tamer than whatever your imagination is currently doing.
| Karni Mata Temple Details (2026) | |
|---|---|
| Location | Deshnoke, about 30 km south of Bikaner, 40 to 45 minutes by car |
| Timings | Roughly 4:00 AM to 10:00 PM daily; morning aarti around 4:00 to 5:00 AM |
| Entry | Free (a small camera fee may apply) |
| Footwear | Shoes off; socks allowed and strongly recommended |
| Best time | Early morning or late afternoon, when the rats are most active |
| Time needed | 45 minutes to an hour |
| Famous for | Around 25,000 sacred rats (kabas); rare white rats considered auspicious |
Is it for everyone? No. If you have a real phobia, admire the silver doors from the entrance and skip the inner courtyard, nobody will think less of you. My Canadian schoolteachers split exactly down the middle on this, and the half who stayed outside heard about it from the other half for the next three days.
Bikaner does not just have camels. Bikaner is, historically, India’s camel city. The Ganga Risala, the camel corps raised by Maharaja Ganga Singh, fought in both World Wars. Even now, camel-mounted units of the Border Security Force patrol the desert frontier with Pakistan not far from here, because in deep sand a camel still beats a jeep. So when the Indian Council of Agricultural Research wanted a national institute for camels back in 1984, there was never really a second candidate.
The camel research centre, which every local just calls the camel farm, sits about 8 km outside the city. It is exactly the sort of odd little attraction I love slipping into an itinerary. Several hundred camels of the main Indian breeds live here. The dark, sturdy Bikaneri. The pale Jaisalmeri, bred for speed. The Kachchhi from Gujarat, prized for milk. In season there are baby camels wobbling around the enclosures on legs they have not figured out yet, and I have watched grown men melt at the sight.
The trick is timing. Go mid-afternoon. Somewhere between 3 and 4 PM the herd comes back from grazing out in the desert, and a few hundred camels ambling home through that low golden light is one of those sights that costs thirty rupees and stays with you longer than things that cost thirty thousand. There is a small museum, a shop with camel-hair crafts, and a milk parlour selling camel milk ice cream. Half my guests only agree to come for the ice cream, and fine, it works. It is lighter than regular ice cream, a little salty-sweet, and better than it has any right to be. Try the kulfi.
Visitor hours are afternoons, generally around 2:00 PM to 6:00 PM, entry roughly Rs 30 to 50. The hours shift a bit with the seasons and the farm sometimes closes Sundays and public holidays, so it is worth a phone call the same day. When you travel with us, that phone call is my driver’s problem, not yours.
Every January, Rajasthan Tourism throws the ship of the desert a proper party. The Bikaner Camel Festival, the 2026 edition ran from the 9th to the 11th of January, opens with a procession of camels decorated to an almost ridiculous degree, anklets, mirror-work, embroidered saddle cloths, marching from Junagarh Fort through the old city to Dr. Karni Singh Stadium. After that come the camel races, the camel dancing (more graceful than it sounds, I promise), the fur-cutting contests where herders shave intricate patterns into their animals’ coats, best-decorated camel competitions, folk musicians, fire dancers, a big handicraft bazaar. Entry to the festival events is free.
If you are thinking about a January 2027 trip, plan around it. Dates usually land in the second week of January and get announced by Rajasthan Tourism a few months ahead. Hotels fill up that week, so book early. It is one of the most photogenic events I know of in North India, and I say that as someone whose job is basically taking photographers to photogenic places.
One more thing before we leave the culture section. Keep an evening free for the old city. The Rampuria havelis, a whole lane of towering red sandstone merchant mansions, are at their best in the hour before sunset. And nobody, nobody, leaves Bikaner without eating bhujia from the town that invented it and a Bikaneri rasgulla. Kachori for breakfast in the bazaar if your stomach is on speaking terms with you.
There is a small airport at Nal with limited domestic flights, and reasonable trains from Delhi and Jaipur. But I will be honest about my bias, since it is a bias built on fourteen years of doing this: this part of Rajasthan is road-trip country. The distances between cities are long, the landscape in between is half the pleasure, and places like Deshnoke and the camel farm eat up half a day each on public transport when a private car does them in minutes.
| Route | Distance | Driving Time | Notes |
|---|---|---|---|
| Delhi to Bikaner | ~460 km | 8 to 9 hours | Best broken with a night in Mandawa (Shekhawati) |
| Jaipur to Bikaner | ~335 km | 5.5 to 6 hours | Comfortable in one day |
| Bikaner to Jaisalmer | ~330 km | 5 to 5.5 hours | Proper desert highway, keep the camera handy |
| Bikaner to Jodhpur | ~250 km | 4.5 to 5 hours | Deshnoke fits neatly en route |
Guests ask me about the Bikaner to Jaisalmer leg constantly, so here it is: the drive works beautifully in either direction. The highway runs through real Thar Desert country, scrub and sand, dunes on the horizon, camel herds, and if your luck is in, blackbuck bounding across the road. It also means Bikaner slots into the classic desert circuit with zero backtracking. My most-requested Rajasthan route goes Delhi, Mandawa, Bikaner, Jaisalmer, Jodhpur, Udaipur, Pushkar, Jaipur, Agra, back to Delhi. When guests do their little end-of-trip ranking with me over chai on the last day, Bikaner lands in the top three more often than any other “surprise” stop.
How long do you need here? One full day plus a night covers it. Fort in the morning, camel farm mid-afternoon, havelis and bazaar at sunset, then Deshnoke early the next morning on your way out of town. Two nights if you prefer to breathe.
And when to come: October to March, no debate. Winter days are sunny and mild, ideal for wandering fort courtyards. December and January nights get properly cold, pack a real jacket, my guests from England are always shocked that the desert can freeze them. April to June is brutal summer, well above 40 degrees. I drive it. I do not recommend you sightsee in it.
I started Discover India by Car on a simple idea: Rajasthan shows itself best through the window of a comfortable private car, with a driver who has spent years on these exact roads. Bikaner is a fixture on our desert circuit itineraries. We handle the fort timings, the temple briefing the night before (including the spare socks reminder, always the socks reminder), the camel farm's afternoon schedule, and the long lovely drives in between. You just look out the window.
Whether you want Bikaner as one stop on the full Delhi, Shekhawati, Bikaner, Jaisalmer, Jodhpur circuit, or folded into a custom route at your own pace, write to us and we will build the itinerary around you, with an experienced English-speaking driver and a clean, air-conditioned private car.
Yes. Bikaner offers some of Rajasthan’s finest fort interiors at Junagarh, the unique Karni Mata rat temple at Deshnoke, India’s only camel research centre, and far smaller crowds than Jaipur or Udaipur. It also sits directly on the driving route between Shekhawati and Jaisalmer, so adding it costs very little extra distance.
One full day and one night covers the main sights: Junagarh Fort in the morning, the camel research centre in the afternoon, the old city havelis at sunset, and Karni Mata Temple at Deshnoke the next morning. Two nights allows a more relaxed pace.
Much safer and calmer than people imagine. The rats are well fed and pay very little attention to visitors. One running over your feet counts as good luck, though in my experience it rarely happens unless you plant yourself next to a feeding bowl and wait. Just don’t handle them, and wash your hands on the way out.
Yes, absolutely, and there is no entry fee. The temple has been receiving curious foreign visitors for decades and nobody bats an eyelid. You leave your shoes at the counter outside; socks are fine and I always suggest carrying a spare pair. Dress modestly, shoulders and knees covered, same as any temple in India.
The fort opens 10:00 AM to 4:30 PM every day, no weekly closing. Foreign visitors pay around Rs 300 and Indians around Rs 50, plus a small camera charge if you carry one. Those figures were right when I checked in July 2026, but prices get revised from time to time, so glance at the board at the ticket counter.
Every January, organised by Rajasthan Tourism. The 2026 edition ran from 9 to 11 January, with the camel procession starting at Junagarh Fort and the main events at Dr. Karni Singh Stadium. Entry is free. Dates for January 2027 are usually announced a few months in advance.
About 330 km, roughly a 5 to 5.5 hour drive on a good desert highway. A private car with driver is the most comfortable option and lets you stop for photos along the way. Direct trains and buses exist but are slower and less flexible.
Bhujia, the crispy spiced gram-flour snack the city gave its name to, and Bikaneri rasgulla. Kachoris in the old-city bazaars and camel milk ice cream at the camel research centre are also popular with visitors.
October to March, with sunny mild days ideal for sightseeing. December and January nights are cold, so carry warm layers. April to June brings extreme desert heat above 40 degrees Celsius and is best avoided for sightseeing.