Friday, August 20, 2010
Today I'm on my own on a room in the haveli decorated with incredible hand-painted murals over every inch of the wall; and a bed that's as hard as a board – which is just the way I like it – and that incredibly noisy air conditioner.
These days, many of the havelis have been turned into hotels and guesthouses in order to preserve them. Like just about everything else in India they're crumbling – I was sure the power point was going to explode when I plugged in the cable for my computer, and there's no hot water, and the electricity keeps blacking out, and don't get me started on the mold – but they're a beautiful relic of a bygone era.
This morning I'm going to go out for a wander amongst the dead rats and scruffy dogs and small alleyways I glimpsed yesterday on the way in.
Tomorrow, a long bus ride to Bikaner, where I will visit the famous Rat Temple. Oh yes I will.