Jaipur train station was an experience of Indian train culture: who lives on the platform, who sells, who begs, who rides on top of the trains, who gets beaten by the police if they jump (or fall) down off the roof to the platform etc.
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Everything carved in stone |
But the train from Jaipur to Jaisalmer was a comfortable sleeper. My neighbour snored, but if that's my biggest complaint, no problem.
Four days in Jaisalmer, a town that seems to be completely carved out of yellow stone. Centered around a fort, it importantly controlled trade along the silk road or grand trunk (not sure which) until Partition after Independence cut off east-west trade. Then, it went into rapid decline but has since learned to thrive off the tourist dollar.
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One of at least 5 Jain temples inside the fort.
Jaisalmer offered to protect the Jains, who
helped pay for the fortifications in return.
Nice symbiotic relationship that seemed to
suit both well. |
Camel safari: spent a night in the dunes.
Lunch, for us and the camels:
Through a couple Rajasthani villages.
Then the sleeper bus from Jaisalmer to Udaipur. In my opinion, a sleeper bus is a great thing. It has single and double sleeping berths overhead of the usual floor level seats with huge sliding windows for maximum ventilation. In fact, the windows are so big you feel like you could easily be sucked out. For a few rupees extra, you can stretch out and sleep to your destination. I think the difference in fare was Rs. 70 ($1.25) on a 14 hour bus ride, but it meant that the sleepers were mostly used by tourists and families. I.e: a family of four occupying a single sleeper or four adults and 3 children cramming into a double sleeper. I hope they held on tight to those little ones. Don't want them being sucked out the windows. Honestly, it was a bit like a clown bus, seeing how many people could be crammed onto one local bus: 3 sharing 2 seats, packed like sardines standing in the aisle etc. Made me glad I had a sleeper, to be honest. No one rode on the roof of our bus, but that is common too.
Dinner stop at 12:30am at a roadside 'dhaba'. Typically, these things take 30 minutes, if not longer. This time, however, I bought chai, a cold drink and went to the washroom only to find that the bus had already left without me. As I quickly did an inventory of what I had in my shoulder bag and what I'd left on the bus heading up the highway, a couple of guys came to my rescue to see if they could phone ahead to the driver. Lots of chatter in hindi and then a couple of guys indicated that I should come with them and we headed up the highway on foot. For whatever reason, I thought they had a car and were going to try to catch the bus or go to the next stop (because this was one of those local buses that stopped absolutely everywhere). Anyway, as I headed into the darkness with two or three strange men at something to 1am, I thought that this was either going to end really well or really badly. Fortunately, the former. Turns out, the bus had also left them behind but my Aussie neighbours had alerted the driver that I, at least, was missing. So about 500m up the highway we climbed back onto the bus to a scowl from the driver who probably blamed us for the delay.
Anyway, made it to Udaipur, where I've been relaxing for a few days.
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Udaipur ghats on the shore of Lake Pichola |
Tomorrow, I head to Mount Abu, a hill station. I hope the rain holds off a bit so that I can do some hiking there.