We then walked into deep town and to the railway station to the recommended Bengali sweet shop and had a very authentic lassi prepared with cream topping drizzled with rosewater and we tried rasgulla which John managed but Moira and I just managed to taste - it was rather like eating a cotton ball soaked in sugary rosewater and talcum powder!
We tried to catch a tuktuk home but couldn't make ourselves understood so had to brave the long walk back and arrived at the hotel shattered to partake of Kingfisher beers again.
The evening ended with some traditional Rajahstani music played live and grandma singing her heart out. Of course the young daughter spied Moira tapping her feet and she did us proud out the front and shamed the rest of the dining room crowd - then she tried to get me and John up - and John graced us with yet another rendition of the 'flaccid Egyptian' trying to keep time with Moira's 'Turkish wiggle'. Actually they were very good musicians and it was excellent live entertainment - the first so far this trip - we are building up to Goa Trance in a couple of weeks!
Fairly early to bed tonight and on to Mandawa tomorrow about 3 hours away.
You'd have been proud of your muv, Caroline, leading the show!
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