Your enthusiasm about burlap in India was wonderful! I have a couple of more posts coming up about my mother and sister's trip... I hope today's will transport you completely!
Jaisalmer is called the Golden City because of the sandstone everywhere. The palace and forts look like giant sand castles out in the great Thar Desert. It was from this little jewel of a town, 30 km from the border of Pakistan, that my mother and sister set out on an adventure never to forget: a camel safari! They took a jeep miles away from anywhere and then trekked by camel an hour into the desert. Yes, that's my little sister!
In this remote setting they watched the sun set across the dunes...
...ate mutton stew around a bonfire of burning tumbleweeds, and slept under the stars on red striped mattresses. They awoke to a stunnning sunrise on Christmas morning in the middle of the desert... to the smell of chai brewing on the camp fire and the sound of camels munching their breakfast.
It is so dry in this region that there are barely any trees, and dishes are washed in the sand without water. The villages nearby are fairly nomadic, and the people build with what's on hand... like this ingenious barn made of sticks.
The contrast of the tinkling camel bells with the ringing of cell phones (every camel herder communicated with one!) were the sounds that accompanied them on their ride back.