On to the museum where i had to pay another 500 since they wouldn’t honor the ticket I bought in the day they were closed. It is small but there are nice things inside, and photographs are prohibited. The courtyard has a covered model of the whole area which is really nicely done, made with the local rock to represent the local rock. There are some large defensive walls that i had not seen, and it gives an idea of the construction mindset. There is also a model of the royal enclosure, which showed me some places i missed. I will get some more petrol here in town before i head back and poke around that area a bit. I am particularly interested in pushkarani, which are step wells.
Sneaking a cell phone pic
Stopped for a liter of petrol and whatever pellets the guys told me i needed since it is a two stroke engine.
I made my way back around using some things i learned from the 3d maps to visit the queen’s bath and the pushkarani and some other things in the royal enclosure. Right now i am sitting under the wreck of an ancient fig tree. A rock wall is built around its base, and though i can’t say for sure it seems to be hundreds of years old. It broke near the base and three big trunks flayed apart, one of which was cut off and removed for blocking the path, but the rest is still here. There is a full set of dried leaves, so it must have fallen just this year. There are a couple of green shoots coming from the stump and exposed roots, so perhaps it is not yet the end for this tree.
Other than the faint murmur of voices up on the Bigflatthing above and the occasional whistle of someone corralling school children it is very quiet here. The leaves crackle as the breeze tempts them to leave their branches. Birds click and squawk at each other in the next tree over, much smaller but still distinct in this landscape . Come to think of it, maybe that one is a fig? I say that because of the leaves, which would do a much better job covering a groin than the crispy brown teardrops on the fallen elder.
Maybe someone moved the sign. It isn’t attached to anything. Again, the strange situation of not having the internet to check my musings, wherein we continue to explore my lack of knowledge of trees. Feynman says that names aren’t important anyway, so I’m siding with him.
I’m in an odd position right now of not really knowing what to do. I feel like i have seen most of the spots here and am starting to get itchy feet. I guess I will take the ferry and see the other side of the river.
Back to the room to refresh first. And wifi so here you go.