He drives like a god too, and miracles come to mind when the road appears to be one car wide, and coming towards you is a herd of goats, two men pushing banana carts, three women in orange saris balancing water urns on their heads, and one large truck. Rajasthan is desert country. Silver sage, Cerulean blue skies and ochre sand are the dominant colours. But these are punctuated by explosions of pure colour. Dashing men sporting handle bar moustaches, wear turbans in yellow, pink and red.
Women float along in their lime green, purple or orange saris.
Rajasthan is camel country. Nomads herd these odd beasts from watering hole to market to fair. We see them loping single file along the side of the road, herding the gangly young ones, or perched precariously behind the one hump swaying with the beast's ungainly gait. We stay in Haveli's - small architectural delights built by the flourishing business class when the Maharajas reigned the land and traded on the silk route. Our destination is Jaisalmer, a fairytale fortress town on the full desert.