That morning was our last day in Shekhawati and our last day with Mahendra. At night we had not slept well because Sonia continued with a cough that sounded very bad, despite the syrup and the Strepsils that had been bought the day before. Despite everything, we wake up calmly and have breakfast.
Mahendra had prepared a walk for us Thelasar to show us what life was like in rural India. The first thing we did was walk about five minutes to Vijey's employee's house in the guest house. There he received his wife, who was making butter. Mahendra explained to us that the town basically lived on livestock and derived products. For example, for a kilo of butter, which took hours to make manually, about 400 rupees were charged.
After the visit, we returned to the guest house to look for the car to go to town. Once there, we went to see several artisans who dyed and stamped manually the typical fabrics of the punjabis and the saris. In the middle of the street you could see the fabrics drying in the sun and the remains of the chemical dye on the floor.
To end the visit to the town, Mahendra took us to a workshop where they made the typical bracelets that are put on the saris. What surprised me most was that they were made by molding a plastic with heat and embedding the stones in it. Then, when they cooled, they were painted and wrapped in a plastic bag. We, of course, take advantage of the stop to buy several bracelets. There was a moment of collective buying madness, which I think the artisans thanked. We were taking different models, with different sizes and colors, until in the end we bought about 20 of them all.
half day when we returned to the guest house to collect our things to put them in the car and set course for Jaipur. They prepared some vegetable cakes for us to eat on the road and Vijey got in the car with us, because he was returning to Bikaner and we would leave him on the way at the bus station.
When we had been on the road for half an hour, Mahendra stopped at another town in Shekhawati I don't remember the name There we visited one of the most impressive wells in the area and visited a haveli. Vijey asked permission for us to enter the house and, just set foot, the small son of the owners, who was barely a year old, began to cry as if he had seen three ghosts. "You are the first tourists he sees," Vijey told us. Poor, often scared to be carried.
We went up to the roof to contemplate the views of the city and saw that there were several boys flying their kites. They asked me if I wanted to try, and I was encouraged, although with some skepticism. It was the first time I was flying a kite and the truth is that I didn't find the fun either. "Am I doing well?" I asked without knowing exactly what I had to do. He replied that very well, but I returned the kite because he kiting it is not mine.
We got back to the car and then we headed to Jaipur. We had about four hours of car ahead of us, so we got comfortable. Halfway, Vijey got off to catch the bus to Bikaner and insisted again to Sonia and me that we go to the camel fair that was held in Bikaner in a few days, that we would be his special guests and that we would not have to pay him anything for the stay
The truth is that the idea tempted us a lot, because I had read that the Bikaner camel fair is much better and more authentic than that of Pushkar, but sacrificing our rest days in Bundi, and more knowing the state in which he was Sonia, it wasn't what we wanted most at the time.