Desert escapade in Jodhpur

Flew into Jodhpur around noon with the fort looming in the distance. Had to settle for a rickshaw because our hotel, the Saji Sanwri Guest House, is in Old City, where the streets are too narrow for cars. After rattling through a crowded bazaar, we checked in. Indu, the lady who runs the joint, is chatty and a bit overbearing in a charming, motherly way. Her home doubles as the hotel, and is filled with weird knick knacks, colorful glass lamps and painted rooms. Our bed sheets were covered with Donald Ducks. Headed straightaway to the fort, probably second behind the Taj as one of the most incredible buildings I've ever seen. Someone would have to be nuts to try to invade this thing, rising high above a vertical cliff face overlooking the blue roofs of the city, hugging the contours of the moutain. The site is apparently maintained as a private enterprise by the maharaja, which probably is responsible for the nearly perfect condition of the fort and the awesome audio tour narrated by a stately-sounding Indian gentleman. The

Ready for takeoff

Airport

I guess it's not bad to be early sometimes.