Dasada, India. Not far from the Arabian Sea is the town of Dasada. Nearby the city center, which I did not have the pleasure of visiting, there is a magical place called Rann Riders. The grounds are vast with manicured walkways of tiny pebbles, dotted with statues, colunns and a few arbors. Surround the grouds are the huts; round structures with gigantic bathrooms and a large sleeping room with two beds and a desk. Each hut has a covered entry with double ancient wooden doors that are secured by a padlock. On the front porch is a swing and tiny mirrors are pressed into the clay walls of the exterior.
It was here that we came to rest and decompress after a long bus ride. We had been in India only one day before beginning our adventure and this was a beautiful place to start.