Dancing Under the Indian Sky

Tonight we had a magical experience. We usually have at least one of these "special" events on our B&R bicycle trips.

The women in our group were dressed up in saris and had henna applied to their arms or legs. The men were dressed up in traditional salwar kameez and turbans.






Then we were transported in oxcarts to an outdoor theater where we were served dinner and provided with traditional Rajasthani entertainment. Jordan got up and danced with the woman dancers.







Caren thought the "Ganga Man" was a crackup. He played a mean sitar. I think he bears a strong resemblance to Caren's brother Mark.



It was a memorable evening under an Indian sky lit with millions of stars and a new moon.