At the time it felt that we didn’t see enough of the city, but looking back at the pictures and digesting the memories I come to realize that we have seen and done A LOT on such a short time. Enjoy part II.
Our guide Brahm was very patient with us as he guided us through the backstreets of the town. The streets – at least the ones we went into – were kept quite clean and tidy and people were doing their daily stuff right in front of their houses on the porches. We played dibs game (hope I translated this correctly… “Bikkelen” in Flemish) with some girls… and lost. On the other porches: a lot of cute babies on the arms of their respective grandnannies, a man ironing pants with an old school iron on coal, an old lady knitting with strips of old fabric… And of course cows blocking the small alleys. From a Western perspective I guess this is what you want to see with your own eyes when coming to Rajasthan.
I love colors. Especially in fabric and clothes. Again, I had to restrain myself not to buy the whole shop. The interior pieces don’t really fit into our house in terms of style and unfortunately I don’t live there alone. My dear husband prefers neutrals, no bling, no prints… yes… something which cannot be found here… I found middle ground in a bed cover and throw. “That bed covers itches me” (it is the special technique where you get see through parts) is what I need to listen to now. Argh… I still like it and put it on regularly, falling asleep dreaming of the great time I had here 🙂
It is just such a pity that we have a lot of modern, soulless houses where I live. Nothing artistic, no or limited old school craftsmanship. You would think that also here in Jaisalmer that craftmanship would slowly die out. Obviously I didn’t do a full survey, but from what I have seen it is still very much alive and new buildings or restorations apply the old techniques. Wonderful.
Sleeping in the desert
How could we be in Jaisalmer and not do a camel safari with sleep over in the desert? Well, we can’t! I never rode a camel before. My friend had warned me, this is so painful. Even the next day I was walking like a cowgirl who couldn’t close her legs anymore. But the sunset was worth it.
Our beds – yes, real beds with mattresses and blankets – were comfy and luckily we had those blankets as it really gets cold at night. Before we went to sleep we noticed strange patterns on the sand. Clearly we were not alone here… all sorts of big bugs and lizards crawling around. So, with one eye open I fell asleep until I felt and heard something smelling at my head! I yelled so hard that I probably woke up the next village as well. It was not the human devouring predator I feared… it was a domestic dog. When the morning came, I saw him sleeping next to my bed. Guess it thought that I was so afraid that I needed some protection.