Showing posts with label Jaisalmer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jaisalmer. Show all posts

18th June 1992 Day 334

The Diary


Changed hotels then walked into the desert to take photos of the fort. We wandered round the streets for a while before going back to the hotel to wait for the jeep ride at 4pm. We talked to Rupert & Barbara who'd been staying at the Paradise. Rupert had his date of birth as 23/11/66 in the book. I would have guessed 56. I also chatted to a Brummie called Keith who was trying to top up his tan on the hotel roof.





Just before we went for the jeep ride we saw Alan & Sarah. Alan as usual was full of world news & sport. England & France out of the European Nations Cup.






We shared the jeep ride with 4 Brits, Steve, Adam, Dave & Claire who'd spent 6 months in India and 1 in Nepal. Sooner them than me. The journey took us from one desert village to the next to buy 'cold' drinks from the locals. We eventually stopped at a little hut by some sand dunes where the occupier sold cold drinks, chai and hired out camels. Oz did a camel sprint and crushed his plums and I stayed to chat to Steve. We spent several hours sat in the hut with the rat, the scorpion, the bird and the dung beetles waiting for the sunset. When that was all over we were driven back. At least it only cost 55rp.

17th June 1992 Day 333

The Diary

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. 
Looking a bit thin

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.