Yesterday was a hot, dirty but very interesting day. Sometimes I can't quite believe what we jam into an afternoon. The mornings tend to be slow, often driving from city to far away city. Yesterday we walked a wee bit into the streets then returned to our hotel for the remainder. But after lunch where everyone was playing holi, we headed out south into the desert to visit some rural villages where many of the artisans live and work. According to our guide, Jodhpur has no industry other than the handicrafts. This seems a bit of a stretch, perhaps part of the pitch to encourage you to buy more of what you don't need or want. We visited a pottery shop, family owned, and watched the owner work his magic with the black clay. At the Bishnoi village they farm, but also prepare opium juice which we were told would cure all our ills. That was worth a try! And we watched a young man weaving a durrah, the flat carpets that this part of India is also famous for. Of course, we had to turned down the opportunity to buy, while admiring the beautiful handiwork. The women and children in the villages are very friendly; they fold their hands into the prayer position and voice a humble namaste. The children like to practice their English: hello, how are you, where are you from, what is your name, goodbye. Check out the round disks of cow dung piled up in store for cooking and heating.
I have lovely pink hair today. It's
like I visited my hair stylist for foils! I washed and washed but the pink just seems to hang in there. All the other colours are pretty much gone, but not the pink. I'm sure it's high fashion somewhere for someone. Maybe I will try this when I get home.
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