The road has been long and difficult. For nearly 4 months here in India, I have been fighting to keep both my flickr photos and this blog alive. Alas, I am now over a month behind. I leave India for Thailand and the rest of SE Asia in 2 days, and I hear the internet connectivity is even worse over there. I have a few months left to enjoy the beaches and islands. It is obvious that sitting in an internet cafe, waiting for photos to upload at a snails pace is not the best use of my time. So, I am making this post to inform of the postponement of any real substance on this blog. I will keep a few things updated (like the current location in the title) or anything of remote urgency. Sometime later this year, when I have my own computer and the luxury of time, I will get back to work and share the amazing experiences of the last month and final leg of my journey through Asia.Check back in a few months and I will make it all worth while. Thank you for your patience!
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As the afternoon reaches its mid point I call the fort quits and head off to the intriguingly named Camel Tattoo Presentation. Last night, when the chef at my hotel described it as camel dancing, my curiosity was peaked. He jokingly said that they would be jumping around from all of the pain. I imagined a sort of branding, but still completely missed his joke and play on words until I saw the event in person. [read on]
For my second morning in Jaisalmer, I give the dusty festival a rest and take the time to investigate the huge fort dominating the city. On top of a minor hill in the center of the town, golden sand-stone walls reach a modest height. A cluttered collection of beautiful Haveli buildings peak out over their edges, tempting with promises of a grand world of history waiting within. [read on]
With an early rise and start I leave my hotel and walk past the entrance gate to the fort. It beckons and tries to lure me inside, but I press onwards through the golden city. Ubiquitous yellow-gold sandstone bricks compose most of the intricately carved buildings. The typical medieval streets are complete with errant cows, erratic traffic and everything else Indian. But I find little time on this walk to soak up the atmosphere. The excessive tourist hassle does little to detract from the charm of this fascinating place, but I maintain my brisk pace through the army of touts and finally arrive at the Jaisalmer Desert Festival. [read on]
A Moustache Contest?
As the first words of the Jaisalmer Desert Festival fell upon my ears, the interest had already been thoroughly implanted. Along with a series of other bizarre events and a good share of camels, this event is too atypical to pass up! With the information that the gathering begins tomorrow, I don’t hesitate to pack my bags and board an overcrowded bus leaving in the early evening. [read on]
After a late lunch I find my mechanical mount and start back towards civilization. I leave the limits of the camel fair and into a brewing sandstorm. Long distance visibility is down a bit, and the stinging sand against my skin isn’t pleasant, but I can still make out the road safely. It is on this road from Naguar to Jodhpur I run into my first of motorcycle problems, where only a few minutes into the desert I run out of gasoline! [read on]
It only took two days in Jodphur before I found my self on a motorcycle again. The opportunity to simulate one of my youth-grown dreams gunning a bike down a desert straightaway was too hard too pass up. Conveniently, the nearby village of Naguar is hosting a camel fair. [read on]
The city of Jodhpur; a sprawling Indian urban center parked in the center of desert packed Rajastan. A towering 15th century fort perched atop an extraordinarily steep rock hill looms over an array of twisting medieval city streets. Hailing from an era of Brahmin priest caste settlement, most of the buildings are painted varied shades of blue. A few sparse pastel red and lemon hues thrown into the assortment of block-like structures help bring the whole scene together similar to a bizarre geometric painting.
Hey kids: Have you ever tried a shaking public squat toilet on an overcrowded train. It’s like an extreme sport! It makes all other comodes feel dull and boring! And hey parents… it’s actually more sanitary too! [read on]
So my fate brought me back to Mumbai, just a little early than anticipated. I made my way through the uncharacteristic cold dawn air and mist on a local train towards Chembur. A short time later I climbed the flight of steps to Ratnadeep’s door and rang the doorbell. Surprise; I’m early! He unexcpectedly but warmly welcomed me in, and for the next week I was at home again. [read on]