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Published: April 16th 2008
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Face of Bikaner.
She seemed really lonely sitting there. We've finally made it to the desert. The terrain is changing rapidly now, far fewer crops and cows. Now it's all scrub, goats and camels. All of the houses are made of mud with straw roofs and have cute little outbuildings, made of dung. Nice.
On the way to Bikaner we had a chance to see the rural life in the desert. A way of life that probably hasn't changed much in 500 years. Crops are still gathered by hand, mud huts are homes, camels are the beast of burden and irrigation is done by waiting for the monsoon. Of course there is some electricity and most of the goods taken to market are trucked, but the bulk of the work is done manually. Truely backbreaking work.
The next stop was a true piece of luck. During a random conversation with our driver Raj he mentioned that he goes to a unique temple near where we were. A temple filled with rats. Well, I'd heard of this place (Amazing Race) and wouldn't have missed it for the world. Lesley.....not so enthused.
It was great, quite small and not as dark and dank as I thought it would be
Keep on trucking.
The trucks seemed to be loaded up to the point where they were just able to move. but there were rats. Lots of rats. No really, vast numbers of them. All well fed by the temple goers and given free reign over the whole temple. By the end Lesley was OK with them and was actually letting them sit on her shoulder......NOT.
Deeper into the desert we go.
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David Bailey
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Fantastic
Amazing. I'm only one degree of separation from that rat temple! Cool!!!!! db