Our alarm call / wake-up never happened but luckily I woke up at 5:45, 15 minutes before the bus was due to leave. It was a good job it picked up at the Tourist Bungalow though. The bus only took 5 1/2 hours as promised but as usual the Indians succeeded in making it uncomfortable. Too many people on the bus including 10 in the driver's cabin, very loud Indian music and a howling hair-dryer gale from the skylight.
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| Looking a bit thin |
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| Call an electrician |
Along with another English couple we were talked into staying at the New Tourist Hotel in Jaisalmer. It was ok for the money but they kept trying to sell us an expensive camel trip. Jaisalmer was a sort of cross between Kathmandu, an arabian fort and a cattle farm. Cows everywhere, even inside people's homes. We also found a book exchange - the first one in India. We bumped into Alan & Rupert and saw lots of other white faces - how did they all get here, they never travel with us?
We were tipped off that the Hotel Paradise inside the fort was better than the New Tourist so Oz put a deposit down on a room there and booked us a jeep ride.
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