Today I am sleeping in the desert, under the stars (which are behind the clouds). Anna and me spent the entire morning in a leather shop outside the main fort area whilst Vijay, the owner, showed us his entire collection of goods and his family photos of his father/wife/sons/brother etc. handmaking leather goods. Needless to say we both left after spending every last rupee we had with us. Oh dear. I did get a very nice bag though!
Afterward five of us all crammed in one Rickshaw, and popped to see the lake out of town. With the rainfall it was very full, and kids were jumping off the buildings into the water.
Above left: View of part of the lake (and random people) Above right: The five of us infront of the lake arch (nice photo rickshaw driver!)
At 3pm we hopped onto the hotels jeeps and they drove us into the desert were our camels waited. We all had a camel each, and a boy to lead the way and keep our pesky camels in line. We rode for hours, and had a bit of trotting too (I was clinging on with my knees for dear life - so bouncy!). At about 6 we reached the sand dunes where we would be spending the night. We mucked around and had sand dune races (sand got absolutely everywhere) whilst the camel boys prepared the Thali for dinner, and brought us mugs of steaming chai when we stumped our way back to the camp fire. As we ate our dinner the sun set and the full moon came out. At about 8 the entertainment arrived - there were 2 musicians and 3 dancers, all Rajistani gypsies. The men played a pipe and drum, and the ladies, in ornate cloathing, demonstrated the Rajistani dancing (twist the wrists, shake the hips). After an hour or so of music (and cold beer) they dragged us all to our feet and we boogied away Rajistani style until we collapsed with exhaustion.
The 5 left at about 11 (with a very generous tip) and most people dragged the bed frames out onto the dunes for some sleep. Some of us still felt very awake, so we persuaded the camel boys to sing us some Rajas. The guide, who was about 70, sang whilst the other boys beat out a rhythm on an empty oil can, and accompanied him. His voice floated over the sand dunes and the fire crackled and glowed. At midnight the last of us climbed onto our beds and fell asleep - to be woken a few hours later by light rain, in the desert! Crazy.
Above: The group chilling out, drinking beers
Above left: The camel Above centre: The dancing Above right:THe camel guide showing us how it is done
Happy birthday Stuart!!
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