The 41°C of Jodhpur were to less for me so I decided to enter the desert. In the middle of nowhere I visited in a village a temple where rats are holy. The whole temple was full of these nasty animals which ran constantly between your feeds. If you’re really lucky you can spot the white rat which I couldn’t see. In the wasted desert city Bikaner I organized a guide who could navigate me through the desert. It was incredible hot. 43°C in the shadow. It was just not possible to sleep in the car so I organized a guest house. The owner was so amazed of my arrival that he informed the local press which wrote an article about me that I couldn’t get translated till today. The next day nobody recognized me on the street so I guess that the range of this article was limited anyways. The city of Bikaner was nothing special. I even think that it was one of the dirtiest cities of India. The streets were full of trash and excrements of cows, (aggressive) dogs and other animals.
I was happy to leave this city behind when I entered with my desert guide the dunes of Rajasthan. On the way we saw many antelopes and also vultures which ate a dead cow. When a cow dies in India or is close to death the so called untouchables (Indians of the lowest cast) bring the cow to the desert where they leave it for wild animals. Later the guide showed me an animal which is supposed to be a mix between a cow and an antelope. Weird. On the beginning the guide was a bit anxious when we drove on sandy roads but after a while he relaxed and told me that an Indian colleague might stuck the car already in the sand. At the night there was something which I didn’t have for a long time: Silence. But it just lasted for a short time. There was somewhere in a nearby village a wedding and loud music was blasting out of a huge speaker the half night. India and silence – it is just not possible.