Cookery Classes in Jodhpur

We appear to have acquired our own, private tuk-tuk driver who will be wherever we need him to be whenever we need him. We didn’t ask for him, he just sort of happened. So far we have been on eight journeys. He’s waited for us while we’ve eaten and today we kept him waiting for 1 1/2 hours after the agreed time. As yet no money has changed hands and Lord Krishna alone knows how much this is going to cost us; but it’s great to be able to give the other drivers the brush off knowing that our man will be waiting, as agreed.

He’s had plenty to do today. After breakfast we headed for the Mehrangarh, the magnificent fort which dominates the skyline above Jodhpur and is reputed to be one of the finest in India. I’ve nothing to go on comparison wise but I can say that this is one damn fine fort. Huge doesn’t come into it and the detail in the stonework, painting, glass and studded doors is staggering. I uttered some exclamation or other at nearly every turn and having worked my way through crikey!, wow!, Oh My God! and ‘cut me off at the knees and call me stumpy!’ fairly quickly I had to go interfaith (oi! oi! oi!, Holy Mother of God), international (oh la la!, sacré bleu!) and finally historical (gadzooks! s’blood!) for fear of becoming repetitious).