someone taking a second look especially as we were the only westerners on the train but staring for hours and hours on end, just too much, he even made Rob feel uneasy so it wasn’t just me who thought he was a weirdo!!! Anyway I positioned myself behind the book so he couldn’t see my face and just hoped he wouldn’t be in the upper bunk next to me - fortunately it was the man who had tried to chat with Rob, the best of the 3! Had a good nights sleep and awoke the next morning to yeap you guessed it, weirdo man still staring. I’d had enough by this point so went to the loo, came back sorted out my bag, muttered something to Rob along the lines of ’I’m sick of this weirdo staring, I’m going to sit in the corridor’! So off I went and spent the rest of the journey in the small area by the door it was around 6.00 am and I wasn’t in the mood for weirdo man at such an early hour of the day!

We finally arrived in Jodhpur much to my relief and had decided upon a place we had found in the Lonely Planet and had also decided to walk rather than get a rickshaw, as apparently most of the rickshaw drivers worked on a commission basis for hotels and guest houses and would often refuse to take you where you wanted to go! Rob had studied the map and knew which way to go - or so he thought! After avoiding most of the beggars and touts we took off down the street as fast as we could, ignoring anybody who spoke to us, I know it sounds like a hard attitude but you don’t really have any choice it seemed to be the easiest way to deal with things. There was a persistent tout who followed us and kept telling us we were going in the wrong direction, so we took his business card and said we may go and have a look at his place if we couldn’t find where we were going, basically we did this just to get rid of him! Anyway the old part of Jodhpur is a maze of small, unnamed inter-winding streets that are