Cars 12 Hotels 5 Flights 1:flying time 8.5 hours
Rickshaws 4 Buses 2 Elephant 1 Countries 1
The first stop this morning is the very impressive Mehrangarh Fort, which sits high (410 feet) over the city of Jodhpur, there’s a lot to see here as it’s one of the largest forts in India, built around 1460.
The gate I went through still had the original paintings intact, which hadn’t faded in the sun, something to do with additives they put in the paint.
Thankfully, in 1995, someone decided to install a lift which takes one to the top of the fort, where, apart from views over the city it provides a closer look at the beautiful carved sandstone of the women’s’ living areas.
Jodphur, the second largest city in Rajasthan, is also known as the ‘Blue City’, and as we were driving to the fort my guide explained that every October the houses within the walled part of the city are painted blue, hence it’s name. I have to say I was rather disappointed when I saw the ‘Blue City’ as I was expecting much more blue really, this is more a ‘speckled Blue City’ or ‘now and again you will see a blue painted house, city’.
The Fort also has an extensive museum, I’ve picked some of what I thought, were unusual, starting with weapons, the first is a knife that is tied to an elephants leg, so when told the elephant will kick out and wound/kill the enemy, and a rather fetching knife that once plunged inside the body opens up to mash ones inside up.
The Indian version of dumbbells for women to keep fit, and carpet weights so they don’t blow around in the wind, a set in sliver and a set in painted camel bone. They also had a selection of palanquins, this one was war booty brought back by the Maharaja Aphay Singh after defeating the governor of Gujarat Sarbuland Khan in 1730.
I saw this rather odd thing on the walls as I was on way the out, the handprints are all the girls that came here to marry and the reason they look so small is because they would have been very young.
Next visit was to Jaswant Thaada a white marble cenotaph of Maharaja Jaswant Singh II.
Then on to the local market. I’m not a fan of a market in the UK, so even less of a fan of a market Indian style, I do, however, love the way they display their goods, and one seller has even colour coordinated his clothes with his produce. I did 10 minutes and told my guide it was time to go back, there are no words to describe the smell in some parts of the market. No. Words.