Another 6 hour drive to Jodhpur and Ravi thoughtfully bought some deep fried post-brekky Snacky things: kachoris and jalebis. Not great when you feel like death warmed up. Even the smell made me feel ill. Only two people ate them. Dan and Bern of the cast iron stomachs, and Ravi of course.
Jodhpur is known as the Blue city because some of the houses in the Old City are painted Blue. It's a mixture of lime and indigo and is said to repel insects. An audio tour of the mehrangarh Fort followed. Afraid to say I didn't follow the tour of the 30 something stops. Just skipped to the end and wished for death.
Mick was very happy there as he said it contained a lot of sharp pointy things. I'll take his word for it.
Our accommodation was lovely. The Polo Heritage recalls the days of the British Raj. Walls decorated with polo trophies and teams of days gone by. Theresa and I dibbed out of the Old Town market walk. She was coming down with a sore throat and my digestive woes continued. I'm told the market was good and Mick retuned bearing packets of spice mixes, crowing about the lhassi and food. I noddded weakly and probably turned green. The tuk tuk ride back was a hair raiser. It's one thing to experience traffic from a bus, even a small one. Another entirely to have a truck bearing down on you in a little tuk tuk.
Dinner for me was tea and toast. Late start next day, but a little revived I managed an early morning swim.