Your making my mustache droop. (13th April)

Connor told us the story behind his mustache today. Apparently when he had gone to an Indian barber they had refused to shave it off. "No no I think I want it all off " Connor had replied. The barber then got his friend who also insisted on Connor keeping it. In the end Connor figured if more than one person thought it looked good he should keep it. He then proceeded to tell us about a phrase that we had not heard but apparently everyone in India says it, 'Your making my mustache droop,' you say it when some one has made you unhappy. Me and Giselle tried it out later in the trip and got a very blank response from the Indians, we now think Connor may have just made this up.

Kamal returning with our water bottle.

At lunch time we had settled down for a nap under a tree, when Abai started chanting something. I was just ignoring him but he started getting louder and more intense. Me and Giselle sat up to see Abai stood up with his hands out chanting staring at a mini whirlwind coming towards us. AHHH ! Sadly Abai's chanting didn't stop it. Me and Giselle curled up into a ball and Connor ran behind the tree. No damage was done except that Connors turban fell off and we were covered in twiggs and little thorns that had been all over this part of the desert. The whirlwind had taken our water bottle with it but Kamal ran after it for us. 

Sun setting on our last night in Thar desert.

Kamal was sat on his camel behind me and after being in conversation with him for a while he came out with "guess how old I am"... hmmm, I thought he was about twelve, but to be safe I aimed higher. "um 13 ?"..."Higher !" he grinned. "um 14"..."um 15" ...higher than that ! hmmm he is definitely not 15... "16 ?"..."YES !.. I am a little bit short for my age". He later informed Giselle that he was only a few years younger than her sister. Oh dear.

Oh last night in the desert, I think me and Giselle have decided we are going to stay in Jaisalmer a couple of extra days.