“Water…” I gasp breathlessly. “Water…” We’re in the Indian desert of Rajasthan and it’s all getting a bit too real. “So hot… So thirsty… Please, water…”
We arrived in Jaisalmer two days ago and were instantly taken aback by its beauty. The train station looked like a palace, the car park acted as a taster to the desert outside and our driver… Well, I won’t say he was beautiful, but he was certainly friendly.
“Water…” I cry again, I’m getting desperate now. I must have minutes, maybe seconds left. I raise my hand in the air and attempt to click my fingers, maybe someone, anyone might hear me.
We’ve had a great time here but now I’m left breathless and patheteically begging for liquid to touch my dried out tongue. Everyone comes to Jaisalmer for the same reason, camel trekking in the desert followed by a night under the stars, and we were no different. Gemma and I, along with our new friends Esteban and Lorrie booked the trip with Sahara Travels when we arrived, and other than the fact that they advertise 6 hours on a camel and you only ride for 3, I can wholeheartedly recommend them.
Sadly, because of this truly breathtaking experience the city itself often gets overlooked. And that’s a shame because it’s one of the most picturesque cities India has to offer. It looks like a Disney cartoon with its sandy yellow brick walls, the local goods being sold on colourful blankets sprawled across the floor and its cheeky talking monkeys… ok, so I made up the monkeys but they wouldn’t be out of place. I felt like Aladdin and Gemma was my Princess Jasmine (and Gemma knows I have a crush on her, quite the compliment)!
I begin to feel too weak to carry on. I manage one last plead – “Water…”
The waiter looks at me half sympathetic, half annoyed at my constant clicking, and he passes me a large bottle of mineral water. I take a glug. Phew, that was a close shave.
“Beer…” I cry with little more than a whisper.