It's (another) fort-dominated town in the desert of western Rajasthan, and having once been a major trade route town, it now relies on tourism dollars, and specifically, camel safari dollars. So against my inherent unwillingness to be a typical tourist, I'm joining the throng of desert-trekkers tomorrow, with the promise of rolling sand dunes, and sleeping out under star-laden skies.

The 5-hour bus ride here was disappointingly incident-free. I'd been promised that I would fear for my life at least once every hour, but there was only one minor brake/swerve action caused by an errant bullock. I was in more danger getting off the bus - as the only white face on board I was besieged by a gaggle of teenagers eager to get my accommodation business. I now have some understanding of what it must be like to be a celebrity, but rather than flashbulbs, I was confronted by a sea of suspiciously amateurish business cards carrying such testimonials as "Hotel Jaisal View - most bestest hotel in hole of Rajasthan". Thankfully I'd booked in advance, though was slightly concerned on arrival to see that my hotel was next door to Hotel Swastika. As far as I know none of the Third Reich hail from Jaisalmer, but one can't be too careful.

written by  phileasdogg on September 16, 2008 from Jaisalmer, India
from the travel blog: Planes, Trains & Taxiwallahs
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Sounds like fun! Get some piccies on then - no rude ones mind......any lurve action yet or is it not top of the list with a runny bottie?! x

written by  Lisa G on September 17, 2008

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