THAR Desert and Villages.

During a tour of the stunning cities of Rajasthan in India, I went on a Camel safari through the Sam Sand Dunes in Thar Desert, near the city of Jaisalmer. I really enjoyed riding Camel, the majestic Dunes and the splendid sunset.

That region is very populated and there are colorful villages. On the way to Khuri we visited one of them. A couple friend and I, made the trip in a comfortable 60s white vehicle, which pleased my taste for the old. During the tour, we could decide our route and tell the driver the destination. We chose the route to Khuri, proposed by the couple. They had documented better than me about the many options for travel, about culture, religion and even the history of India. I embarked with a more adventurous spirit, ready to be surprised by the trip itself. However, I was particularly interested in experiencing the spirituality of this millenary culture.



Arriving at the village I was surprised by the simplicity of the traditional-style huts, the beautiful paintings decorating the clay walls, the thatched roofs, and the very clean and well-kept courtyards. Sandy and dusty streets under the hot sun, but in one another space, beautiful trees and shrubs provide good shade. We walked through the village and there were very few people outside. It felt a very calm, pleasant and safe environment.



We met two boys who were going to class, they greeted us and began to talk in English. Very happy and excited about our meeting, they invited us to their school and we accompanied them. The middle school teacher received us surprised and pleased. There were only boys in classroom. Taking advantage of our visit, he asked the students to do questions, as English practice. The boys had fun with our answers and we feel good about the beautiful moment.



Back on the streets, we found something curious on each stretch, something that catches our attention.



Lying under a tree were three women, resting in the shade. We sat very close, but we as men kept some distance. To avoid imprudence, our friend established conversation with the women, and then she with us. They remained distant but cordial and entertaining. With our questions they laughed a lot, covering some times their mouths with the Sari, the typical bright colors clothes.



We left the town pleased with the visit. On the road we saw some women walking to the village with some loads.