Jodhpur - The Blue City. So called because the area was originally populated by the the highest castes - the Brahmin who traditionally painted their house blue. The preferred colour Indigo is also said to repel insects although sitting here this evening i have seen flies, mossies, ants so who knows.
Just one note on sitting here. Because of Diwali i assume there is, about every 3 minutes, a really loud banger going off at different points around the hostel that makes everyone jump. The most jumpy which is slightly sick but still funny are two girls from Israel who live near the Lebanese border! Bang! Oy Vey!
Second note. I have just ordered a meal special which includes Special Naan (nice), Saffron rice (fragrant) and Vag Kofta with Rich Grave (Urrrm)
Our guesthouse is tucked away in tiny alleys that the Tuk Tuks cannot get to because of both their narrowness and gradience so had to haul bags uphill. Looked somewhat dodgy to start with but thrilled with yet another find by chief hostel finder Rachel who scored again at 550 Rupees for the night in a very nice bright blue room that has a shower with a toilet and sink in it. Its like being on the bus again.
Jodhpur is a bit of a wild card and we have really enjoyed our 24 hours here. Today we hiked up to the fort which is the biggest in rajastan and very interesting with amazing rooms, views, cannons and history. Met the Court Artist who is renovating all of the wall paintings around the fort and he showed us in some closed to the public rooms that he was very proud of.
OK i am handing this over to Rachel to finish cos she keeps asking me if i am going to mention this, or that, or something else.
i just wanted to make sure that Chris mentioned that Jodhpur was an unexpected pleasant surprise. we had intended for it to be a stopover to make the journey to jaisalmer a little easier but i have really enjoyed the gentleness of the place. and also the fact that i thought i was going to die when i saw the steep incline we had to go up with our backpacks on. i really did get to the hostel and then saw the steps up to the reception and could not breath. they took pity on us and gave us a room right next to reception so i didnt have to go up anymore steps. thank the lord!
One last thing... Chris was cynical, I wasn't and I had my palm read by, no less, the Maharajas Palmist. He looked at my right palm for several seconds and then at my face for the next five minutes whilst he told my past and future... Apparently I get depressed and am bossy, i have low blood pressure and suffer from allegies, I should have had two children, will live to 84, am career minded and analytical and will work hard for the next two years and make my fortune by 55...What a load of bollocks. I am with cynic Chris on this one.