On my way to the Nagaur Fort in Rajasthan, there was a large cloud of dust, meaning only two things in the mostly still desert. A dust storm or an exodus. It turned out to be an exodus, but joining the humans and their monster trucks were cud chewing cows, milky white Arabian looking horses, listless buffaloes, and loads of haughty camels. Every year in January or February, for eight days, anywhere between 20,000- 100,000 of them are brought by almost a thousand traders to the vast desert just outside Nagaur. The fair offers a less beaten track for those seeking authenticity, less tourist eyes, and people untouched by the trappings of a well known tourist hotspot. Mini-temporary encampments had mushroomed up everywhere. There was a spirit of camaraderie as well.
This was a expo, picnic, and excursion all rolled into one nice thick, spicy, aloo ki paronti.
