Also the second advice of the old man was nice. On the beginning I thought: “Not another temple. Should I really stop here?” The Jain temple of Ranakpur was actually on my way to Jodhpur and the old man also told me to eat there because they serve very cheap and good food for everyone so I decided to stop. And he was right, the food was cheap and delicious and I had it with about twenty other people in this time who sat next to me on the table. After lunch I was tired and really thought if I should spend the 5 Euro entrance for seeing the temple from inside. But whatever I am probably here only once in my life so let’s check it out. And for another time I couldn’t stop being astonished of what I saw. The whole temple was made of marble and columns, walls, ceiling and podiums were covered with countless depictions of people, plants and animals. A master piece of stone carving!
Jodhpur. The blue city. For me it was on the beginning the city of narrow roads where I maneuver my Pajero through to reach my accommodation. Several times some helpful pedestrians took in my way standing motorcycles to the side that I can pass. Some motorcycles yelled to me “This road is not made for cars!” So I was the reason that the traffic got stuck but after a while I arrived sweat bathing the yard of my hostel. The owner of the guest house was awaiting my arrival together with his two ugly and constantly barking dogs. It was incredible hot in Jodhpur and once again I scheduled my activities to the morning and the evening. But a walk in the evening was a quite dangerous project. Young people were driving extremely fast and constantly honking through the way to small streets. I had to take care all the time and sometimes I could only save myself for a painful accident death with a jump to the side. On the bigger roads the traffic regularly got stuck and the vehicles made a honking concert which Mozart couldn’t compose better. I escaped into a sugar cane juice shop to calm down and the sweet juice really helped me to relax.
So Jodhpur is called the blue city and I could see that from the massive Meherangarh fortress. They say that the blue color should keep the mosquitoes away. Others said that the blue color shows that the owner of the house belongs to the Brahman cast. And my guesthouse owner meant that the house stays cooler with the blue color. Whatever it’s true I am pretty sure that the vendor who was specialized on blue color must be the happiest guy in town or must be a genius vendor who had the perfect selling arguments for the blue color which he had stored too much.
Since 200 years a man walks up to the Meherangarh fortress with a bag full of meat. Hundreds of eagles are awaiting his arrival. In a majestic way he stands on the fortress wall and throws the pieces of meat in the air which the hungry eagles grab before it touches the ground. Even today there is a man of the same family doing every day at the same time the walk of his ancestors. I was leaving the fortress when I spotted the man on the walls. He notices my interest which I showed with my camera and he waved to me. He gave me the sign to come up to him so I ran as fast as possible up, passed the guards while saying that I forgot something up there and entered a restricted area. One man tried to stop me but I ignored him. Then I reached the friend of the eagles and watched in a small shelter how he fed the animals.