The city is a paradox, both well-connected and sufficiently out of the way to keep the true hordes of Rajasthan travellers at bay.
While most stick to some combination of the above line-up, we’d carved out time for the trip into the desert. We - myself, my partner (Alex) and two friends (Jess and Jordan) - are at Cafe the Kaku, having come to India’s ‘Golden City’ as part of a two week trip through Rajasthan’s cities: Delhi, Agra, Jaipur, Jodhpur and Udaipur. The hopes of the group weighs heavy on my shoulders.Īs we round one last bend, the chiselled walls of the city's houses fall away to reveal a flat terrace bathed in the rich light of the dying sun, all of Jaisalmer rolling out from it in a carpet of turrets and temples. We’re on the trail of a fast-approaching sunset, best viewed, I’d been assured, at a rooftop cafe somewhere up ahead, and I’m leading the charge through Jaisalmer’s deserted, dusty alleys.
Listening to the steady slap of sandals behind me, I feel a twinge of nerves.
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