From Jodhpur to Chandelao
Today we are traveling from Jodhpur after Chandelao in the Desert. We are accommodated in a fairly small jeep in which we have to keep our heads flat so as not to end up with the next honk on the boom. The tour is worth it because we come to one potter over, which in Germany one would probably assume, given the working conditions, that nothing could happen. But it very well can. The man turns the heavy disk with a branch and creates momentum that lasts for about eight minutes. There are enough for three pots and the man turns them so precisely that the pot and lid do not protrude a millimeter. He also has the necessary wit for funny things that you can and want to get hold of after the screening.
Drugstore in the Indian desert
Second station is a kind drugstore in the middle of the desert. It's easy to see from the accessories that things are getting serious and this type of medication is a good way to repair your stomach if you have diarrhea. The family is very hospitable and shows us the entire apartment, which seems spartan by our standards, but offers everything and is very clean. With the dust and sand in the Indian desert of Rajasthan, one wonders about the clean clothes and especially the clean sari that the hostess is wearing. Life is certainly minimalist, but not uncultured and the landlady's laughter shows that people can be happy here. What should not prevent us in Europe from helping.
Next stop is a Carpet dealer, who seems to have engaged all the women in the area in order to be able to live well himself. Three smaller solar systems and a telephone in the middle of the desert seem completely paradoxical, but they can be observed here. I didn't take any photos because the whole way it was sold reminded me of a western shop and, in addition to my disinterest, the worldliness of the owner didn't appeal to me. But the actual destination is Chandelao, a small village with around 1,700 inhabitants. We stay with Praduman Singh, a very nice man who also supports the village by rebuilding his fort and has an important role as an employer.
We meet at lunchtime Children, who also visit the fort and do a bit of Aikido with you. A small seminar, so to speak. Roll forward, backward, down on the floor and while standing. The children all take part and obviously have a lot of fun. At 40 degrees I feel very warm after a short time and my pores open. In other words, I sweat out all the water immediately. Geraldine and Esther-Sensei represent me a bit. I carry on and when the children leave in the afternoon, they give us all flowers to thank us. A very kind gesture and we have already communicated a lot without saying many words.
This village is closer than anything we've seen so far. Larger cities like Delhi, Jodhpur and others, have the character of money and strong contrasts of colors and finances. However, this is where most of them are Residents very open and approachable across from us, smiling at us and giving the impression of being happy about our visit. We go into the village, meet many children and some of their parents, and are invited to a house where the landlord offers us water, which we politely decline out of consideration for our European intestines. Geraldine and Esther-Sensei get them fingernails painted. The girl really wants to tell us something. We meet people in front of the village in the desert and get beans to try and go to the well where some young women fetch the water. It's a very warm tour with lots of nice gestures and children who can't be photographed enough. Colors, contrasts, impressions and a lot of human things. We are somewhat exhausted from all the impressions and lovely encounters.
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From Jodhpur to Chandelao
Today we are traveling from Jodhpur after Chandelao in the Desert. We are accommodated in a fairly small jeep in which we have to keep our heads flat so as not to end up with the next honk on the boom. The tour is worth it because we come to one potter over, which in Germany one would probably assume, given the working conditions, that nothing could happen. But it very well can. The man turns the heavy disk with a branch and creates momentum that lasts for about eight minutes. There are enough for three pots and the man turns them so precisely that the pot and lid do not protrude a millimeter. He also has the necessary wit for funny things that you can and want to get hold of after the screening.
Drugstore in the Indian desert
Second station is a kind drugstore in the middle of the desert. It's easy to see from the accessories that things are getting serious and this type of medication is a good way to repair your stomach if you have diarrhea. The family is very hospitable and shows us the entire apartment, which seems spartan by our standards, but offers everything and is very clean. With the dust and sand in the Indian desert of Rajasthan, one wonders about the clean clothes and especially the clean sari that the hostess is wearing. Life is certainly minimalist, but not uncultured and the landlady's laughter shows that people can be happy here. What should not prevent us in Europe from helping.
Next stop is a Carpet dealer, who seems to have engaged all the women in the area in order to be able to live well himself. Three smaller solar systems and a telephone in the middle of the desert seem completely paradoxical, but they can be observed here. I didn't take any photos because the whole way it was sold reminded me of a western shop and, in addition to my disinterest, the worldliness of the owner didn't appeal to me. But the actual destination is Chandelao, a small village with around 1,700 inhabitants. We stay with Praduman Singh, a very nice man who also supports the village by rebuilding his fort and has an important role as an employer.
We meet at lunchtime Children, who also visit the fort and do a bit of Aikido with you. A small seminar, so to speak. Roll forward, backward, down on the floor and while standing. The children all take part and obviously have a lot of fun. At 40 degrees I feel very warm after a short time and my pores open. In other words, I sweat out all the water immediately. Geraldine and Esther-Sensei represent me a bit. I carry on and when the children leave in the afternoon, they give us all flowers to thank us. A very kind gesture and we have already communicated a lot without saying many words.
This village is closer than anything we've seen so far. Larger cities like Delhi, Jodhpur and others, have the character of money and strong contrasts of colors and finances. However, this is where most of them are Residents very open and approachable across from us, smiling at us and giving the impression of being happy about our visit. We go into the village, meet many children and some of their parents, and are invited to a house where the landlord offers us water, which we politely decline out of consideration for our European intestines. Geraldine and Esther-Sensei get them fingernails painted. The girl really wants to tell us something. We meet people in front of the village in the desert and get beans to try and go to the well where some young women fetch the water. It's a very warm tour with lots of nice gestures and children who can't be photographed enough. Colors, contrasts, impressions and a lot of human things. We are somewhat exhausted from all the impressions and lovely encounters.