I’m in Jaisalmer, the ‘golden city’, a city which rises out the sand like a fossil or a resurfaced time-capsule. And for the first time in a long time, I’ve found a place I can really relax. Continue reading “A Scotsman, a Dutchman, two Aussies, three Yanks and a Canadian walk into the desert”
In a valley unbridled by
the city’s constant chatter,
there is a temple open to the skies
hoping perhaps to receive God
or at least a touch of rain. Continue reading “Even In A Place Such As This”
I’ve got a draft blog post sitting here, which I may still post post-India, but which I no longer feel appropriate to post right now.
I was going to talk about the exhausting, invasive and (as I was arguing) justifiably money-hungry nature of India’s cities. However, I’ve now struck out further west into Rajasthan, and as I go I find – even if only inch by inch – less and less to complain about; less and less which stirs up my anxiety.
The algorithm is simple: the smaller the town, the friendlier the people, the more relaxed your surroundings. Continue reading “These towns, becoming like dem ghost towns”
Cal Bannerman 