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Day 9 23rd of July

Into the Thar Desert.

rain 30 °C

We arrived into Jaisalmer at 10 in the morning. The temperature had gone up but at least the air wasn’t as humid and sticky. On the train we were caught by a hotel owner persuading us to stay at his place just outside the fort walls, we didn’t mind as the hotel seemed quite nice. We got in the back of the hotel owners jeep accompanied by 4 Dutch lads and a man from Japan. Once we arrived at the hotel we were persuaded to go on the hotel owners camel safari along with 2 Dutch guys Ab and Rob, the man from Japan whose name is Tucker and an English couple, Pip and Nick. We would spend 3 days and 2 nights in the desert looked after by the camel drivers and their children. We were to leave the hotel the next day at 8.30am and catch the jeep to meet the camels and their drivers.

We had the rest of the day to explore the city’s fort. Jaisalmer we noticed was a lot cleaner than other places we had visited, although the place was still home for thousands of roaming goats, cows and dogs. As we made our way into the fort it began to rain, at this sight the people were very thrilled. So far that year it had only rained twice and before then not for a good couple of years, like we at home are excited about the sun shining the people here are blissful when it rains.

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In the fort we decided that we would pamper ourselves. I really wanted a facial as I had never had one before and for £3 I wasn’t going to say no. Ollie opted for a back massage only except for Ollie that was not the case.
(Ollie) I entered the massage parlour with a little anticipation because although massages aren’t sexual, it felt strange having a little Indian man doing it. He took me down the stairs out of the comfort of the street level shop and into a seedy basement. The basement was packed full of the owners belongings with a bed in the corner of the room, it felt like a set of a dirty porn film (so I’ve been told anyway). He told me to take off my t-shirt which I did and then he asked me to take off my shorts, I insisted that it was just a back massage that I wanted and there would be no need to take off my shorts. As I lay on the bed wearing nothing but my boxer shorts I felt about as relaxed as a man on death row, the massage that I then endured was probably the most violating ordeal I have ever gone through, however it was at the same time extremely funny. I went back to the hotel and scrubbed myself with a wire brush while crouching in the shower basin crying like a rape victim.

On the way out of the fort we needed supplies for the next few days in the desert, they included spare water, toilet paper some loose Indian pant styled top and bottoms for Ollie and some shawls to wrap around our heads to protect us from the sun.

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Posted by HepzOliver 23:44 Archived in India

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