Swollen and puffy eyes like I went seven rounds with Mike Tyson look back at me in the mirror. My legs are limp noodles. I hear the hypnotic rhythm of the Forró band playing in my head, and my brain is still repeating to itself, two left, two right, spin, doh!! Fail.
Up quese ho? (my finest hindi). Back from the desert, survived the ride! Our journey began from Jaisalmer by jeep, forty five minutes into the desert. In the sand hills we found our camel launch point. We had a drink while they prepared our very stinky rides, then promptly set off for the high dunes. After a few hours of awkward riding we got to our soft sandy vista. We cracked a bottle of wine and took in the sunset with another prairie boy and his girl who are traveling the world for a year. We watched the sun disappear over the camels backs, then slowly made our way back to the main camp. We arrived to cushions encircling a large fire where cold libations awaited our return. We sat back and watched a traditional Rajasthani performance with music, dancers and the occasional fire eater. We ate, we drank, we smoked the shisha and some Afghani specialties.
Now i know why the Indian rail system is the preferred way to travel; they forgot to build roads! 450 kilometers on the national 'highway' took a little more than twelve hours. Oouuff!! Thick fog blanketed the highway out of Delhi. We drove with the flashers on for the first three hours. Then it 'cleared', only to show pot hole strewn roads with a sliver of a lane upon which oncoming cars battle for lane supremacy. Rules of the roads, there are no rules! First one to flinch looses.
Sending you energetic vibes from the banks of the Ganges, a special place. I've been here a few days doing yoga and exploring. The banks of the river are mountainous and very peaceful. The town however is another story; a combination of town and ghetto's. i saw a dog chewing on a human foot at the side of the ghats where bodies floated down the river. It took a minute to digest the image. Kids with nothing, sleeping under pieces of tin thrown together as shelter, with the front yard as a bathroom, still smiling big beautiful smiles, saying 'photo photo'. All they want is their photo taken, and maybe 10 rupees.
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