Jodhpur was supposed to be a quick stop on the way to Jaipur, the capital of Rajasthan, instead it became our home for 5 days. The city is a complete chaotic, loud, dirty, smelly, polluted, with cow poo and open sewers everywhere, walking around the city it's an hazard as you risk being run over every 2 minutes. For the Indians when it comes to driving rules, it seems there are no rules, they pretty much do what they want, and above all the honk, a lot, I mean A LOT, seriously it's hard to believe. I imagine your country's football team has won the world cup, the city and the people go mad, everyone is in the street, all over the place, honking. That is Jodhpur on a slow Tuesday night.
The people at Yogi Guest House basically adopted us, by the last day we knew every member of the family running the business and weretaken for a orchard tour (also the home of the fattest rats ever) and to the private quarters of the head of the family to try some of his home made mango pickles. Vikky the guest house factotum, became our friend and organised our tour to the desert, shopping spree and was also responsible for the ultimate Indian experience: 3 on a vespa, with no helmets in the madness of the Jodhpur traffic…of course we ran out of gas 300 meters later!
Johdpur was also the city where:
-I appeared on thepaper
-we ate incredibly well every single time
-I gave in to pulses
-I had a great tailor made cachemire jacket
-Davide embraced vegetables ( some of them)
-had the best lassi ever
-Davide, who hates sweets, drank coca cola and had a cookie
-and I saw baby pigeons (see:http://www.answerbag.com/q_view/51635)