"I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world."
Georges Duhamel
The Golden City of Jaisalmer is precisely the sort of stuff fables are made of. A living fort in the middle of the Thar desert where its inhabitants have lived in for centuries; sons and daughters of its narrow, cobbled streets which have felt the hooves of horses ridden by the kings of old and golden stone walls which breathes history from its cracks. My guesthouse is situated right in the heart of the fort, overlooking an ornate Jain temple and sits in the shade of the Jaisalmer palace.
I have ridden out into the harsh dunes astride a dromedary camel and slept under a night where the stars which deserted the metropolitan skies gathered in multitudes - both fierce and divine - and witnessed for the first time, a life slaughtered for my palate, something I have always vowed to do.
Oh, and I have visited this shop in the first picture of this Wikipedia article. I didn't even have to wait till I get to Manali. Long live the Indian Government!
Flying the good times,
k0k s3n w4i
4 comments:
awww T_T sounds like something from a quartet of tamora pierce
soo..... nice.... *imagination starts going wild*
India seemed much more interesting in this sense than Amsterdam now...
wow. for a backpacker you certainly blog alot, don't you...
Ironically, even when I backpack I also blog a fair number of times. lo
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