Hotel Ratnawali Jodhpur

... what should have cost me 30Rs cost me 150Rs but i couldn't be bothered disputing the cost at that point.

So i finally made it to Mumbai in time to meet with Carole who was due to fly in the next day.
my next blog will be about my time in Mumbai which was random but amazing.
Stay tuned

Trying to upload photos at this point is very slow and frustrating so you may have to wait for the photos unfortunately, im trying my best to get them up, but instead you will have to just read.

... this point mousey mousey showed more interest in their shoes than the merchandise and in the next millisecond they were both clinging to each other on a chair. The shopkeeper was aghast and asked why they were behaving so strangely. His response to the little furry friend was simply to implore that it didn’t mean that his shop was dirty. “That may well be my friend but it doesn’t mean that I can stay here either, Goodbye” Liz screamed as they both ran out ...

... with delicate sandstone screens, and despite their beauty the purpose was to hide women from the eyes of men, so they would view the palace events from afar. Of course this was nearly 500 years ago...but the idea of hiding yourself from a man in India, seems to still exist today.

Also housed in the fort was a clan of bats. I don't know if bats live in clans....but it was ...

... the mod cons you need. I really liked the city and when up on the roof terrace you could see the whole city, with its square topped roods, all of which were washed with blue paint...thus giving its name to the city. At sunset it made for an incredible picture, pictures of course could well be on here by tomorrow. There wasn't much to do though, apart from roam around the markets and bazaars. We ...

... at the base of the sand dunes, I was a little disappointed they did not ride on top. Anyway it was a steep climb so probably not that safe. We took some effort to walk up and wow!!The sand extended over the horizon in front of us and the wind was blowing slightly bringing sand onto our face. 3 young girls ran all over from the other side of the dune to M but did not ...

... de nous ressembler ( ils portent des jeans, même les femmes et sont plus agréable avec nous.. ils nous saluent amicalement. Il y a deux lac ici mais je ne prends toujours pas mon anti palu car a priori il y a vraiment très peu de risque d après ce que nous ont dit les expatriés que l on a croisé... Ce n est pas la saison. D ailleurs aucun d entre nous n en prenons pour le moment. Il y a aussi de beaux cheveaux décoré ici et des vache bien sur en bien meilleure ...

After my time in Mcleod I was still now where near better and not so debilitated, now walking around ok and felt I could move on and at least explore a new place. I decided that the worst thing for my back would be to ride the bike on the bumpy roads but didn't want to leave it behind as I decided I was going to continue riding once I was fully recovered. After all I had successfully traversed all the hardest roads in the snow and ice in the North of India ...

... at roadsides waiting for a bus or preferably a lift on anything that had wheels and we would often see a jam packed coach or lorry or smaller vehicles, on which people would be hanging out of or onto the outside. On the road were occasional truck stops, with lorries carrying anything parked up whilst the drivers ate or did road side repairs. Changing a tyre (as no one carried a spare wheel) was common but we saw whole wheel assemblies (and even a ...

... at least. So to sum up the custard apple: it's fairly pleasant, but ultimately not worth the bother if you're attempting to eat it whilst being driven on appalling roads. I was convinced that the custard apple had given me a dodgy tum, but when the car stopped winding around the hills and stopped in Ranakpur I was fine. Ranakpur is the site of several 15th century Jain temples with intricate carvings which blew me away. It was such a serene place to be and I could've ...

i'm taking some time. i'm sitting here under the frenetically spinning fans of my perpetually too-warm apartment, taking deep dusty breaths in the sandstorm-ravaged air, trying to force just a little more oxygen into the lungs which have been squeezed too tightly in an abdomen which is crunched by the amazing dinner i just had. i'm taking some time for paneer tikka masala and tandoori rotis and plain yogurt straight from my fingers off a red plastic plate, a dinner ...