Hotel Monsoon Palace
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After sunset we went back to the little hotel place in the
desert. The ground was like packed mud
or something – very strange but it felt nice under your feet. A group of guys started playing Rajasthani
music (Rajasthan is the state we are in).
The hotel brought us drinks and snacks while they played music for about
Not only did ...
... at camp Ali had our beds all laid out with blankets and a cold beer to watch the stars with. Himself and his little apprentice wisely retreated to a nearby hut for the night, leaving Joss, Jenny and myself with just the sand blowing and the lighting forking through the night sky. Not even an hour had past and the storm landed. The wind, followed by the sand, added with the rain had the three of us scrambling for Ali's hut with our blankets in hand. Fair play to him and his ...
... army. Since then, the fort has been a living fort. People live inside – there are lots of houses, there are shops and there are a zillion restaurants as you would expect- this being a magnet for foreign tourists. There are havelis where you can stay. Everything is crammed into the fort. Narrow winding alleys ensure that you would get lost inside within 2 minutes. Some alleyways are so small, that our ...
... dogs. The dogs look as if the community feeds them. After the tour, Ajay took us to the KB co-operative, which sells a variety of beautiful hand made pillow covers, bed covers, wall hangings and pashmina and kashmir scarves. We were told how these items are made and most of the money made, goes back to the desert community that make them. I bought some of these pieces, including a kashmir scarf. We were served the BEST chai I've had so far and a ...
... side of my foot and it bloody hurt. While Harriet was putting the boots to me, Cathy’s cantankerous camel, Gertrude, decided she had an itch that could best be scratched by dragging herself through a particularly vicious looking thorn bush. Unfortunately, as she broadsided Cathy through the bush the cruel, inch-long spikes tore through her pants and scraped up her leg.
Bloody belligerent beasts.
The Thar Desert was dotted with low scrub ...