The tribal roundtrip. Day two.

The harijapeople live in these round huts called bhungas. They are made out of mud and straw, and are often richly decorated in the form of painting, mirrorwork and mudwork.

Mudwork inside a home. This art is made by modelling the mud when still wet. Then the pieces of mirrorglass is inserted.

A young girl outside a home.

Colourfull laundry. These items are not from a factory. They are great, solid examples of local handicraft.

A girl making textiles.

dinner is under preparation. When it was time to eat, i went together with my driver and the male members of my hostfamily and we were eating together while the women formed a separate eating circle.

Relaxing in "downtown"along the main road.

The village blacksmith.

Making charcoal.

There was a Muslim pilgrimage going on. People walking towards a sacred place in the western end of the region more than 100 kilometers away. Some people had already travelled far. I guess nobody can call this wheel chaired man a nonbeliever.

It is hot. It is dusty. It is bone dry. I was glad for my elevated position in a tuktuk. Even though i gained no merit. A few places along the way there are established resting camps with shade, food and drinks available.

Rabari herder.

The moment i knew my exact latitude: 23.26.1467 N. The unforgiving terrain didn't care about that.

A strife of luck-true nomads have established a camp close to the road.

The nomads water their herds in a waterhole.

Visiting a pottery village. How the large clay vessels are formed-not with the well known spinningwheel, but by knocking the clay into shape. a laborious and time consuming process.

A load of earthenware has been burned. It is still warm.

After cooling and cleaning the items gets decorated.

A steady hand is needed.

The finished product, ready for sale. I bought myself a small bowl, ideal for all those toasts along the path of a longterm traveller.

Woodcarvings for furniture.

It makes sense that woodcarving furnituremakers have wood decor on their truck!

Visiting another highly decorated village.

The women's clothing is stunning with all that embroidery and mirrorwork. It takes months to make a dress like those worn here. They are costly items. Yet-every traditional woman have a dress like this.

The heat creates numerous dustdevils. This large one crossed the road in front of us. We found it wise to give it a wide berth.