In the morning, breakfast is quickly served and everything’s packed fast to move on. It is fun to see the numerous beettle tracks everywhere around our sleeping area.
The first stop today is another village. It looks much wealthier than the others we visited the previous day—with a dromedary and a truck. Nothing compared to the second village we visit, which apparently belongs to the untouchable cast, way less developed. No matter what, in both villages there are still a lot of kids asking for ruppees. We take some pictures with them while walking around. Between the villages there is time for a quick detour to check more seashell remains fossilized in the rocks.
After the populated villages, our next stop is the opposite: some abandoned houses. They’re thatch-roofed and walled and were left with items an all inside. It’s hard to imagine how it must be to live here, far away from water, other villages and with crowded jeeps or minibuses acting as the only means of public transportation, if it can be called that way.
Then, our guide takes us to see the water wells where women walk great distances to fetch some water for their houses. We take some of the water to refresh a bit our heads. It is surprisingly cold and so welcome. A small village of three houses is also settled in the area with a few “give me some rupees” local population.
Before returning to Jaisalmer town we pay a visit to the village and home where our guide grew up. His sisters kindly give us some chai and we sit and drink while they catch up.
The windy storm prevented us from sleeping much but we will have some good rest in our train to the Pink City, Jaipur.