Roop soon directed Prem to turn onto a dirt road off the main two-lane rural highway. There was nothing around for miles.
We saw an antelope. I had read that the Bishnoi people consider them sacred.
Soon we came to a village and parked the car. Prem was concerned about the group of children which immediately gathered, so he stayed behind to keep an eye on the car.
The village homes weren’t as colorfully painted or as tidy as the ones I’d seen on the internet. I now understood that the websites that offered Bishnoi village tours must have taken photos only of the wealthiest and prettiest village houses, and they hadn’t come to this particular village to do it. After a twinge of disappointment, I realized I was seeing something that was off the tourist circuit. How great is that!
The group of kids that were following us begging were crowding around too closely, making me a little nervous. One of the girls tried to steal one of my earrings and pulled on it. I have pierced ears, so this was really not good. I yelled so that they would back off. I took my earrings off and never wore them again for the rest of the trip.
Like in Ghana, West Africa, painting the houses is women’s work.
Although what I saw was interesting, there wasn’t much to see in this particular village. If I return to Jodhpur, I’d take a half-day Bishnoi village tour that the hotel arranged. The local tours are done with a jeep. A jeep would have been much better than our Tata Indica since the roads to the village were rough and rutted.