"I'M SICK OF IT!!!!!"

Well what can I say? This is a good day to write a blog on as today had ups and downs. From the luxury of our comfortable hotel to nearly being killed on the roads of Jodhpur.

Well it started off brilliantly because after breakfast Carla and Kim were “ill”. So, we got to stay in the hotel for the morning. Dad was the lucky one and got to stay behind with us. The rest of them went to city tour of Jodhpur. I’m more than glad I missed that one. All we did was just sit and watch TV and eventually got into the swimming pool that was, to say the least, baltic.
They arrived back at about twelve and we HAD to go out in the afternoon to see the Bishnoi people while Carla and mum stayed at home (lucky).

Believe me, I usually say a lot of things are rubbish... but this particular afternoon was one of the dullest experiences I have ever had.To start off this adventure, the guy who was meant to be driving us to this village was late. Good start I hear you say? When dad said it was going to be a jeep, I was expecting a big, strong looking vehicle. It wasn’t. It resembled a motorised Rickshaw but was slightly bigger and had four wheels. We got on it and to add to the already abysmal start Dad and I had to bend our heads down it was too small. Many people would have turned back, but we didn’t!!! We went courageously over the worst roads, with dust flying and smog in the air. We eventually got to the holy place of the Bishnoi people. I usually am against “dissing” other people’s religion or religious buildings, however this was basically a really worn down shack with an empty swimming pool beside it. I still don’t know what it was. The guide (whom I also could not understand due to his thick accent and lisp) probably told us but I was too busy in wonder of how this place was holy. There was also a concrete block with sand underneath it that is said to be holy. The guide also told us some very important information that if we were to plant a seed and put it in the sand, under this concrete block, it wouldn’t grow. There were many more vital pieces of information to follow after this!!!Well we had a horrible start, however a slight interest hit me (shock horror) when we visited the house of a Bishnoi family, until the guide started to waffle on about food and seeds. Undoubtedly the highlight of the whole day came when a Bishnoi man pulled out a plastic bag and offered us opium. Before I had the chance to answer, it was quickly rejected by Dad.

Soon after, I was starting to be cheery as I thought we were going back to the hotel but they were short-lived as we had to go see some craftsmen. The first one was a potter. It was pretty amazing how quick and accurate the guy could make a few objects out of a big, unattractive lump of clay. Kim, being as she is, quickly accepted the chance to make something and was unsurprisingly good at it and me being as I am rejected the offer and after got it in the neck from the grandparents. At that point I really can say I was getting sick of it. We also saw a weaver and some printer man. I’m not going to write about them as I have made enough negative comments on just about everything, but I reckon you get the point.

To round the tour off we spent 30 minutes in the freezing cold, inhaling vast amounts of dust. We were also nearly killed about 450 times because of the crazy driving. I cannot grasp why there is no road rules followed by the Indian people. It’s brilliant to watch... not so great to be in.

The very end of the day was great: a filling dinner and watching television in an air conditioned room!