Cleaner than other places we'd been to so far, Jodhpur also had an excellent and varied market five minutes from our hostel, selling everything from clothes washing brushes (I got one for two rupees) to saffron tea (which we all chipped in to buy a packet of). Saffron tea, and spices in general, are a Jodhpuri speciality. The saffron tea purchase came about after a spice smelling and tea tasting session in the market with a local seller, which was excellent. They have some great tea over here (nothing to beat Barry's though).
Mehrangarh Fort
“Great, another description of a bloody fort”. I can hear the moans already. Yes, it was another bloody fort, but this one was the best yet. The audio tour was excellent (with a route that was easy to follow), and the view from the battlements at the top was the first justification I had received of Jodhpur's nickname of “The Blue City”.
If I had written this blog entry a couple of days earlier, right now I'd regale you with a lovely story of a lovely old man who invited us into his home on the way down from the fort and chatted with us about his life and ours. I'd then tell you how he showed us his collection of money from around the world, and how he didn't have any euro in it, and of how John very kindly gave him five euro to complete his collection, and everyone was happy with the joy of it all. Except that the following week our hostel host in Agra pulled out his own collection of money, and he too didn't have any euro (or dollars). Feckers.
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