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New Flickr photos

Most of the Kerala and Rajasthan pictures are up: - Kochin - Periyar - Allepey - Varkala - Udaipur - Jaisalmer - Jodphur - Pushka
Click link:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/22196001@N08/

Forts and farting camels

Carolyn and I had decided that we would get a car and driver for the remainder of our time in Rajasthan. We went through www.fourwheeldriveindia.com which is actually run by an ex-BHP employee who ran all the 4WD and defensive driving courses in Perth! Our driver, Mob, picked us up at the hotel in Udaipur and we had a long trip through the desert to the fort city of Jaisalmer.



Mob’s driving is excellent, but the roads are full of deep potholes, and cows wander across at leisure. We saw a couple of dead camels, as well as several dead goats and dogs. Animals here just don’t seem to have the streetwise common sense to get the hell out of the way. All Indians will swerve for a cow though and I’ve yet to see one that has been hit by a car although I’m sure they must cause all manner of accidents and deaths to human drivers. They just don’t move.


The road to Jaisalmer was dry and dusty, and we passed several camel drivers, flocks of goats being herded by turbanned men, and women wandering a…

The magic of Udaipur

Sandstone forts rising out of the desert, legends of maharajas, epic battles and lost loves. Noble war horses that died in battle to save a princess, royal elephants, silk and precious jewels. Turbaned men sitting on camels, riding into a golden sunset. This is Rajasthan – a desert state of myth and magic, windy, dusty streets and brightly coloured cities. Completely different to the balmy haze and deep greens of the South, Rajasthan is hot, dry and arid.



After a long day’s travelling we arrived at Udaipur at sunset, strolling across the tarmac of the modern and very new looking airport as if we owned the place and had just stepped off a private jet. The red mountains of the desert were visible in the distance, the surrounding countryside only sand and scrub. The ride into the old city was hair-raising, as we bombed down a maze of streets and past havelis (I’ll use this term often – it means a traditional, ornately decorated residence), cows, rickshaws, motorbikes and tourists, with go…