Leaving Jaisalmer
It was hot - too hot at times. Into the 40s.
Adding metal clasps to Craig’s bag
Hiding from the midday sun
We spent this morning exploring on a scooter. The photo above is us having coffee and paratha at a hotel in the middle on nowhere! There were very few guests as you can see!
The desert is a desolate, harsh and unforgiving country. Folk survive but they certainly don’t thrive. The monsoon has been poor for 3 years. The fields are ploughed ready to plant the minute rain arrives. But - they are standing bare. We saw one field near a pond which we think must in the monsoon be a water course, sprouting something green. Goodness knows how it will survive if no more rain comes.
The farmlets or villages are literally mud and stone huts. I would predict the kids work with parents and don’t attend school. These places are only 30mins out of Jaisalmer.
The absurdity of it is that some of these kids have cell phones and internet connection. What do they think looking out at the world on YouTube
Jaisalmer is a lot more traditional than the rest of Rajashtan. You don’t see many woman around. Once married your job to stay at home and raise children. Arranged marriages seem common all over RJ but we hear that the arranged marriages in this part of the state are quite young girls to older men. There are therefore a lot of widows needing support.
Once women are married it is expected that they wear a sari. We met a lovely couple in the fort. He was a cricket enthusiast, hence our long chat with them. They indicated that they followed family expectations while at home but that they didn’t when they headed off on holiday.
Wind turbines line up along the horizon. It makes the desert look quite surreal.
We keep disappointing our host by not eating enough! They are so concerned that they have offended you or prepared poor food . We found a superb hotel and order a tali, plus one other dish. The tali was massive but delicious. It’s arrival at our table coincided with Craig getting over heated. He only ate a tiny amount and then needed to head home. The poor worker took money off our bill! We have only met lovely, kind and welcoming people to date. The rip-off merchants and scam guys that filled our days, way back in the late 80s!, are not so dominant.
In saying that we were looking at camel satchel bags and getting the hard sell from a young dude. They looked great but something didn’t quite match up. I tried to get Mr Google to help me and could find nothing about the manufacture and general camel leather industry. We then visited a shop with a perfect trip advisor rating and chatted with the owner who told us there were no camel leather bags around and that it is all bullshit. The bags are goat leather (it is really nice) . Camel is thick and too difficult to work, plus there are not that many camels to provide the raw materials. I think the camel brand is exotic and pulls the punters. So, we have 3 goat leather satchels!
It was hot - too hot at times. Into the 40s.
Adding metal clasps to Craig’s bag
Hiding from the midday sun
We spent this morning exploring on a scooter. The photo above is us having coffee and paratha at a hotel in the middle on nowhere! There were very few guests as you can see!
The desert is a desolate, harsh and unforgiving country. Folk survive but they certainly don’t thrive. The monsoon has been poor for 3 years. The fields are ploughed ready to plant the minute rain arrives. But - they are standing bare. We saw one field near a pond which we think must in the monsoon be a water course, sprouting something green. Goodness knows how it will survive if no more rain comes.
The farmlets or villages are literally mud and stone huts. I would predict the kids work with parents and don’t attend school. These places are only 30mins out of Jaisalmer.
The absurdity of it is that some of these kids have cell phones and internet connection. What do they think looking out at the world on YouTube
Jaisalmer is a lot more traditional than the rest of Rajashtan. You don’t see many woman around. Once married your job to stay at home and raise children. Arranged marriages seem common all over RJ but we hear that the arranged marriages in this part of the state are quite young girls to older men. There are therefore a lot of widows needing support.
Once women are married it is expected that they wear a sari. We met a lovely couple in the fort. He was a cricket enthusiast, hence our long chat with them. They indicated that they followed family expectations while at home but that they didn’t when they headed off on holiday.
Wind turbines line up along the horizon. It makes the desert look quite surreal.
We keep disappointing our host by not eating enough! They are so concerned that they have offended you or prepared poor food . We found a superb hotel and order a tali, plus one other dish. The tali was massive but delicious. It’s arrival at our table coincided with Craig getting over heated. He only ate a tiny amount and then needed to head home. The poor worker took money off our bill! We have only met lovely, kind and welcoming people to date. The rip-off merchants and scam guys that filled our days, way back in the late 80s!, are not so dominant.
In saying that we were looking at camel satchel bags and getting the hard sell from a young dude. They looked great but something didn’t quite match up. I tried to get Mr Google to help me and could find nothing about the manufacture and general camel leather industry. We then visited a shop with a perfect trip advisor rating and chatted with the owner who told us there were no camel leather bags around and that it is all bullshit. The bags are goat leather (it is really nice) . Camel is thick and too difficult to work, plus there are not that many camels to provide the raw materials. I think the camel brand is exotic and pulls the punters. So, we have 3 goat leather satchels!
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