So today we left the haveli and went to yet another one! But this was special, it was so special that I left the group to just stay sitting in this location. I sat with the owner of the haveli and said four simple words. They were “I could die here” and then I realised I was at a life changing moment. She then took me around the haveli again explaining the history, she did before to the others but it was in french. But now it was just me, and out came the photo album of the place before the renovation. There is so much to write about this, but I am going to leave that for a separate story because this story has not ended.
I caught up with the rest of the group in the town and toured other old buildings in a state of disrepair thinking how nice it would be to buy one and restore it. After an hour or so we set off on our 200k ride to Bikaner. Our hotel was so so, and we were dispatched on tuk tuk to the fort and then the local tut market, it was a smaller version of old Delhi which is a place I love. As you can probably tell my emotions are getting to me as this is me …. oh sorry this is a travel blog and not about me … so it was bloody cold in the room, and then at 2.30am I found blankets …