The Desert, and a sore arse..
Trip Start Sep 14, 2009
17Trip End Sep 14, 2010
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This is a sand stone city, out on a limb in the Thar desert, or close to it (Geography not my strong point) We were staying in a lovely place if not a bit pricey for us in side the fort.
The fort looks like a giant sandcastle perched above the sprawling houses below, it has narrow cobbled, cow shit strewn streets and alleyways where its easy to get lost, as we did on our first day there.
We were not there to see the fort though we were there to see the desert by camel safari... and so we did, much to the internal yelling of agony of my arse cheeks we did a 1.5 day safari, I think we must have spent up to 6 hours or more on the camels and I tell you I was doing the best John Wayne impression in the west afterwards, getting my backpack on the and climbing stairs the next day was quite a mission to say the least.
We set out on our safari at 7.30am we had breakfast under the trees of toast with jam and chai before being introduced to our beasts of punishment. Mine was called, translated, sickboy!! nice..
Anyway we wobbled off on our camels, it was just us two and a guide and camel man so to speak.. we stopped for a break in a nearby village around noon where we were invited into this little old ladies mud hut house where all her daughters and grandchildren were gathered and stared at us and our wierd colour hair and skin.. they gave us Chai which was lovely until they then wanted to strip us of all our worldly goods, we gave them hairslides, hairbands, any spare coins we had in the bag all that we could find, they even took the water bottle I had. They are very poor in the desert and anything we could give them we did but this was just the beggining.
Later that day when we were meandering into the dunes where we would be sleeping we were surrounded by about 8 kids, all boys, they wanted our sunglasses, our hats, our pens.. which we gave them and then struggled to find anywhere that sold them afterwards, no wonder they want them.. it was crazy.
They sat around whispering and giggling, pointing and staring its quite unerving as it was just us two and all these other people and the only word we could understand was Gora, which is just loosely translated as foreigner, white boy or something like that I think..
Depsite this when it came time to sleep we were treated by a crystal clear blanket of stars to sleep under, it was amazing.
Waking up every now and then in the night when its just us and the stars and a few wild dogs sleeping near by its so quiet and all you can see are millions of galaxys/planets etc.. just incredible to see and worth the hassling from the boys and villagers in hindsight.
The next day we woke up at dawn and had some more toast and jam and chai, we were told when we booked the safari that the jeep collects you from the dunes in the morning so there we were ready to head back in comfort.. but oh no.. the camel men they had other plans, another full day of riding was planned for us, when they told us this I think the look on our faces, or the grimace of pain I should say made them reconsider this and so we only had to do another couple of hours or so of riding, I think liposuction would be more pleasant than the pain I felt in my lower regions..
When we got back to the hostel we were pretty stinky and dirty and believe me no one came near us then.. ha ha thats the way to do it, smell awful and they leave you alone..
We were in to the end of our 2nd week by then of India and to be honest we both felt sick of it, sick of the hassling, sick of the stares and jeers we got everywhere we went. We both made calls, emotional calls home and decided that we would head straight to Goa and just sit on the beaches there and chill until we met this amazing guy that afternoon, his name was Homme (sure the spelling isnt right but its said like that) anyway he owned this little internet place we found, called Dylans Cafe where they play, and I quote, your favarate tunes.....
Its funny how when you feel like giving up someone or something always comes along and picks you back up and this is exactly what Homme did, we didnt tell him our troubles, but he was just so cool and friendly he made us laugh and chatted to us for ages, he must only be about 23 or 24 and is a proper cool dude as you might say, he had some brilliant sayings such as Chillaxing and no worries chicken curries.. he really is an amazing man and I cant thank him enough for making us smile again..
After meeting him we decided not to give up and stick to the plan to keep going through Rajistan, up to Agra, over to Varanasi, up to Nepal, into Darjeeling and then to the south and so that is what we did.. and now were in Agra, we have spent the last couple of weeks in Rajistan and on the next blog Ill fill you in on Udaipur, Bundi, Kota and Ranthambhore..
Adam deleted the pictures of Jailsalmer so I cant upload on here but they will be on facebook somewhere in India week 2 I believe...
Next installment to come later today I should think as we have a few hours to kill before we set off again..
Love to all xx