The last blog leadss straight into this blog, for its was while writing the last that my last adventure took place. As you may recall I was in the desert city of Jaisalmer, fresh from my Camel Safari, nursing my bruised behind. The chaps at the internet cafe near my hotel were a friendly bunch, curious about the mysterious ways of the wet, especially regarding all things sex. After I finally managed to get the conversation of sex, it fell onto their next passion, their business, actually, their soon to be new business a Camel Safari Agency to be located in the old fort. We chattered on nto the night as I attempted to complete my blog, until finally at half past eleven it was time to go, the only problem was that my fort of a hotel had bolted shut its solid gateway and my feeble calls and knocks went unanswered. But my new friends would not leave me stranded and spent the next fifteen minutes screaming out in Hindi for someone to come to the gate, banging on the door and dialing the number of the hotel until the watchmen finally answered the call.
I guess the hours of talk paid off becasue I dont know what would have happened if they wouldnt have been there to scream and carry on.
This morning we left Jaisalmer and took jeeps to Bikaner, 350km away. We headed straight to the fort (yes another one) were we where escorted by a very well rehersed guide. Speaking in Hindi and English as he raced us around the well worn circuit he dished out his spiel in record time. Only problem was he really couldn't speak english, any question or clarification would result in him either answering something totally unrelated or ignor you.
Tomorrow morning we head for the Rat Temple, leave your shoes at the door.
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Thats a fantastically surreal picture your painting of your trip! You should sell these stories to neighbours or something
:)
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