My parents left, and I went to pick on some friends my own age. We visited a touch more of Delhi before we climbed onto that 17-hour train across the desert which gave me such a good opportunity to think.
Once we reached double-walled Jaisalmer, out in the western reaches of Rajasthan where the desert turns into Pakistan just nearby, we hurried straight away to fill up our eyeballs with some havelis. These are – how should I explain? This is the front of a house, and it’s carved out of stone.
We explored a warren of 7 Jain temples inside the fort, and were not permitted to use the bathroom.
The Bada Bagh Cenotaphs outside of Jaisalmer present an interesting confluence of Hindu pyramids, Mughal onion domes, and the slim windmills that currently power the city, neatly summarizing the shifting allegiances of Jaisalmer over time.
And we came to the camels.
Camels are not a disappointment. Neither are Maharajas’ forts, palaces, or color-coded towns.
Sorry about the photo-album format. You try being concise about a place where legends come from.