The last set of memories of Jaisalmer, unless we go again :).
Photoshoot at Patwa Ki Haveli
We thought our guide was doing us a service by proposing to take a picture with this lovely family in traditional clothes. We felt uneasy and disrespectful as it seemed that those stupid Western tourists wanted to “take a picture with a local”. And then I understood… THEY wanted to take a picture with us – or should I say with my blue-eyed-blonde-friend? They had come to the old city and this great haveli to take family pictures in their traditional garments when they saw us and actually asked our guide to relay the message of taken pictures together. Cool! A big thank you!
We just cannot get enough of them… the cows, the dogs, the pigs and anything in between… I live in a rural area and when a cow is escaped out of the meadow, we are tracking down the owner or if that is not possible call the police to ensure the animal is back in its place before an accident occurs.
What a great tradition that has been kept alive and kicking here in Jaisalmer: wedding invitations are painted at the entrance of the bride’s and groom’s respective family homes a week or so before the wedding. This invitation is for everyone, hence the large wedding parties. The city is small enough so that the word spreads. The painting stays on until the next wedding is to happen.
To finish this great trip to Jaisalmer…. O M G !!!! What a nice place this is, the Suryagarh. We were treated like royals here, starting from the moment we drove through the entrance gate, doors opened, bags carried, drinks offered, blessing given, amazing building and grounds, divine courtyard, the food, the staff, the pet donkey in the morning, … everything.
Maybe not everything… when we had our dinner at that divine courtyard with the sweetest waiter attending to us, all of a sudden we heard a noise coming from the table next to us. Two women were sitting there… no drinks or dinner. It sounded like burping. We must have heard it wrong. Burp! Again! For God sake, we are eating here right next to you! By this time our waiter also noticed it and is uncomfortable and unsure of what to do. BUUUUUUUUURPPP!! All the way from the stomach up. “Come on!! Would you mind?! We are having dinner here?!” The burping lady still didn’t understand our reaction, but her friend did and off they went.
The next morning 4 years earlier my friend’s mum passed away. it was a difficult morning for her. She had a picture of her mum with her and wanted to take a nice picture of mum at the breakfast table. The staff understood what was going on and brought flowers to create a shrine. This was so thoughtful. Obviously both of us bursted into tears.
We didn’t have enough time here… we really NEED to come back one day. The sooner the better.