A late morning bus took us westwards to Jaisalmer, 90km from the Pakistan border, passing into increasingly camel-congested territory.
The fort sticks out of the desert like a childhood sandcastle, and the twisting alleys within it are home to 4000 locals and countless sketchy hotels - as a result the fort is at risk of crumbling back into the desert.
On arriving in the late afternoon, we headed for a Fairly Disagreeable Lassi before venturing into the fort for dinner - unfortunately, we both felt fairly rough and retreated to our hotel.
The following day we explored the fort - enjoying unparalleled views from the roof of the palace down over the slowly crumbling ramparts. Small boulders lining their edge (to be rolled onto attackers as a form of defence) looked a disaster waiting to happen. Again, I felt bizarre in the evening, forgoing the fantastic Italian food found in the desert.
With love
Ps. This post has been unusually rather short/unhilarious as I've decided to do a separate one for the camel safari we embarked upon.
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