Back in Jaisalmer, My bag seems to have most of Tharu desert in it. We tried to change to a more expensive room with an en-suite but was unsuccessful, so am still have to run across their living room to get a shower.
Woke up missing the desert and not enjoying the return of mosquitoes. After asking if my hair looked ok Giselle replied saying I looked like a female version of Russel Brand, but I could work it. I'm sure there was meant to be a compliment in there some where.
The day was spent wondering round a folk museum, folllowing a family of pigs and trying to get away from staring men on boats on the tiny lake jaisalmer has to offer.
That evening we met up with Connor and some French-Canadian guys (they possibly had the most attractive accent any one could ever have) That night instead of treking back to our hotel room we just slept on the roof.
This is carzy, as if I'm sleeping on the roof of a massive fort in the middle of a desert for free !? Have got less than a month left of this amazing adventure. But right now i couldnt be any more content :)
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