By Laurence Gonzales
In Deep Survival, Laurence Gonzalez combines tough technology and strong storytelling to demonstrate the mysteries of survival, even if within the barren region or in assembly any of life's nice demanding situations.
This gripping narrative, the 1st publication to explain the paintings and technology of survival, will swap how you see the area. each person has a mountain to climb. every body has a desert within.
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Then, just before nightfall, we mounted a convoy of camel carts and trouped into the Thar Desert. A banquet had been prepared under the stars, Rajasthani tribal dancers and campfires illuminating the night. Another day, and another city. This time, the crème de la crème – Jaipur. Capital of Rajasthan, it’s a raw and regal fusion of medieval and modern. One of the must-visit destinations for anyone, the ‘Pink City’ is steeped in nostalgia and in a dazzlingly vibrant charm unlike anything else. The highlight of the entire journey came for me that afternoon.
By now, there was a definite sense that it was our train, just as the thought of leaving it was almost too much to bear. Before stepping down onto the red carpet for the last time, my valet, Vikram, eased himself out from his cupboard in the corridor and saluted me. Then he shook me by the hand. ‘Very sad you leaving, Sahib,’ he said. I thanked him. He shook my hand a second time, and saluted again for good measure. A moment later, I was just another lost soul adrift on a sea of commuters. I glanced back at the platform.
The highlight of the entire journey came for me that afternoon. Having reached the Jai Mahal Palace, we were invited to take part in the sport of kings – a match of ‘elephant polo’. Mahouts steer the elephants, while the riders lean down with their mallets, in a desperate attempt to knock a football into the goal. Quite unlike the rip-roaring speed of equestrian polo, the game played on elephant back is sedate to put it mildly – the overwhelming problem being that the elephants tend to burst the ball by treading on it.