We left with our next spiritual destination Pushkar about 5h Jodhpur. The route began with a sting in our Tata as if it were a special Paris-Dakar left us in the middle of nowhere with our wheel rim 13, the camera housing and to repair a puncture in almost 2 hours in a stalls rather than craft.
After our little mishap, we return to the road where after several miles we begin to see antelope, deer and herds of wild camels, a delight for the eyes. The road was the closest thing to a safari I've ever been, people also peculiar and women laden with all sorts of things, increases cutting branches of trees, sun-dried chilies, here still ship jobs by gender, men tell us that women do the housework that are less harsh, but I have my doubts because women do not drive unless it is for themselves (even in the days that we did not see no driving) that does not seem very hard, but carrying kilos of branches in the head for miles the sun seems considerably harder.
We arrived in Jodhpur a little later than expected and headed directly Durg Villas our headquarters in the city to go to eat quietly and prepare for the visit to the Mehrangarh Fort.
Lakhan helpful as always leads to the entrance of Mehrangarh the narrow road up the mountain where the majestic fort. My impression was mixed, between beauty and grandeur, since it far exceeded my expectations and the view over the blue city of Jodhpur are excellent. The first visit we did with audio guide is very interesting, understanding every part of the immense fort, where we were. Between passages, terraces, patios, guns, cannons and ramparts we have spent about 2 hours and a half, Lakhan is the last driver to wait for the stragglers customers who have seen the sunset in Mehrangarh, as always welcomes us with a smile and tells us that there is no problem and that we take our time, is a unique character, we love your film and your driving calmly, almost never strikes out into the general chaos, but if one strikes out, which occurs very often, the hair is not cut in to send him to god knows where and to remember his mother in Hindi, a crack Mr Lakhan.
Driving after dark is more complicated among cows, motorcycles, ringing the roundabouts across lawless people senseless. Come to the clock tower that is the center of the market and draws our attention to a spice shop where we bought several kinds ourselves to cook our masalas and curries, let's try and were too good to not load a kilo of species, as we served for a time.The market clock tower is fruit, vegetables, spices and clothes which do not buy anything just because the day had been long and fatigue began to make appearance . Lakhan were looking to go to the hotel and beat us the deserved shower.
At dinner the evergreen Lakhan has been true as ever, his shots of whiskey, endless laughter and their stories have ended with another of our days in India enjoying their presence and good food that every day we learn a little more asking different dishes, very rich.
The next destination is the desert in Jaisalmer, camels and tents ahead.
