From
Jodhpur we travel by bus 115 km to the east to the town of Nimaj. We are staying at a property near Nimaj
called Chhatra Sagar. The history of
this particular property began in the late 1800’s when a powerful noble decided
to dam a seasonal stream flowing through his property to create a large
reservoir which would harvest the monsoon rains. In doing this he changed the dry scrub desert
into prime agricultural land. In the
early 1900’s the west bank of the reservoir was a popular venue for
entertaining guests. A tent camp was
created for each party. In the 1970’s, a
family cooperative was created to maintain the lands in the family. Recently, a small resort has been created by
the great-grandchildren of the estate. Accomodation
is in Shikar tents which face east overlooking the reservoir. Each tent is handstitched with interiors
block printed in traditional floral motifs.
The reservoir and surrounding grasslands and scrub forests provide
habitat for many birds and wild animals.
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The interior of a Shikar tent |
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The walls and floors of the washrooms in each tent are faced with slabs of locally mined green schist
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The support system for the tents |
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Roxanne sitting in front of tent overlooking the reservoir
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Row of tents along the western shore of the reservoir |
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The
first night we climb a nearby hill to watch the sunset. The owners have four dogs, a Great Dane and three Jack
Russell Terriers. They accompany us on
our hike up the hill. It is very
entertaining watching them all play together.
It appears that the Great Dane thinks he is a Jack Russell, but he also
takes on the responsibility of looking after them. We sip Gin & Tonic http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gin_and_tonic and watch the sun go
down over the surrounding farmlands.
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A Jack Russell Terrier taking in the view of the reservoir from the path leading up to the viewpoint |
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Looking east over the reservoir |
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Clayton, Harry and Al sipping on Gin & Tonic |
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Sun setting over the surrounding farmlands |
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Roxanne with the Great Dane |
After
“cocktail hour” we descend down the hill to the tents along the
shoreline. We sit around a fire pit and
watch the bats and the stars appear as darkness falls. Supper is served in an open walled tent. The food is delicious. As we enjoy the meal, a flock of Bar-Headed
Geese fly overhead in the dark, announcing their arrival to the reservoir with
their soft honking. Magical!
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The bar made from a wonderful old tree limb |
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The seating around the fire pit which is just about to be lit as darkness falls |
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The open walled tent in the background where meals are served
The
next morning, Raj (one of the four great-grandsons) takes us on a tour of one
the farms. We walk through the fields
and view many different crops: anise,
canola, cumin, fenugreek, peppers, eggplants, barley and wheat. We arrive at the farmhouse and meet some of
the members of the family. These farmers
are descendents of the people who settled here in the late 1890’s. As we walk through the farm yards; the wary
buffalo stand guard.
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Raj |
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Cumin |
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Slate slab fence along the edge of barley crop. Uneven heights of the slate slabs make it difficult for the ungulates to judge the height and to jump the fences |
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Chili peppers drying in the sun |
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Tall fronds of anise |
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Farmer |
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A farmer's well worn shoes |
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Coriander drying in the sun |
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Buffalo are very wary animals; can easily become defensive |
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Shepherds |
Next
we visit the nearby village. Women from
the village are at the central well collecting water and washing clothes.
We visit the local primary school. One of the classes is out in the central
courtyard. The other classes are in
classrooms surrounding the courtyard. A
group of ladies from the village is preparing lunch for the children in the
corner of the school yard. In the
headmasters’ office, there is a poster that teaches the children about new government
standards for girls. This is what I
understood the poster to say:
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All children have a right to
education
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Girls cannot marry before 18;
boys cannot marry before 21
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Women should give birth in a
hospital
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A small family is a happy family
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Responsibility in caring for
family
Unfortunately,
it appears that these standards are slow to be adopted in much of India.
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Class being conducted in the school courtyard |
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Women cooking lunch for the students |
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Our guide Sandhya having a pensive moment |
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The Headmasters Office. Interesting juxtaposition of the images of Nehru and Shiva. |
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Poster showing government standards for girls |
After
our visit to the school, we visit other people of the community: shepherds,
spinners and potters. It is a
self-contained communal lifestyle that has existed for over a century. Every family has an occupation that is handed
down from generation to generation which, in turn, supports the community as a
whole. Tourists are not allowed to buy
anything in the village. This is done to
preserve the balance of the community. It
appears that the people are doing well under the cooperative and that the current
generation continues to do the same work as generations before them. Here, and all throughout India, better access
to education for next generation will undoubtedly change the existing way of
life.
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Spinning wool |
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Potter setting up to throw vessels for carrying water |
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The potters wife demonstrates the decoration of the water vessels and then shows how they carry the pot on their head |
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The potters wife showing off her grandson |
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This man had been a barber and was showing us how he sharpened his tools on a stone. From the look of his glasses he was now very elderly and almost blind |
Late
in the afternoon we go for a walk in the grasslands around the reservoir. There are many birds and herds of Blue Bulls. The reservoir is crowded with a multitude of
bird species – geese egrets, spoonbills, storks, kingfishers and herons. It is a wonderful, peaceful place.
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A view of the dam with the tents sitting on top of the wall |
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Harry standing beside some very tall grasses. The three Jack Russell Terriers ripping along at top speed. |
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A Blue Bull in the grasslands. |
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