So these are the salt distillation/crystallization (I wasn't listening to the informal lesson) areas found somewhere in Gujarat. So salt comes from here.
More salt catchment areas (not really catching, but).
This is Bertrand ("Berton" with lots of tongue rolling and stuff), we call him Bertie because he knows lots of Asians can't pronounce his name. This dude is extremely well-travelled.
And he sometimes reminds me of Chris Martin. Oh, he's got an excellent music library and killer taste to boot. Fashionable as well.
This is what happens after the sea has receded and the ground is exposed to atmosphere over thousands (hundreds?) of years. It gets cracked and sometimes mushy.
The jeeps.
One jeep. And it's not even a JEEP brand vehicle. Import substitution again.
This is the Director of MICA, we call him Pat because it's his initials. Here he's taking a photograph of a bunch of people. He sports a fantastically well kept ponytail.
More jeeps. Comes now in open-top and people-on-top.
We were there to see Pink Flamingos, I'm too lazy to reload the proper picture, and anyway they were too far to be even remotely interesting to anyone without the binos and a zoom lens.
This is Marine (which I suspect is her surname, but I haven't asked), she keeps getting made fun of by the other French students because she's blonde.
And this is the hors de prix. The Wild Ass we travelled so far to see. Isn't it magnificent?
Look! They're in a line!
FANTASTIC STUFF MY GOODNESS I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THIS EVER!
THEY'RE WILD DONKEYS! WILD!
The director and his crew attempt to shoot a cup of coffee (part of the breakfast) in the sunlight because it's hella cool.
Another salt place. This time round they come in mountains and are packed into bags like this one.
This is a very cute puppy. Those are legs. It eats the legs. It got scared by us and ran into the packets of salt. After that it began to bark from inside because it was afraid. Cute little buggy. Those are legs of some hoofed animal. HOOFED. LARGER.
That is Nuria, she's walking coolly over. That's a salt mountain behind her.
This is a rundown building. I am writing this now because I am waiting for dinner to begin and it doesn't begin till 8.30 pm here.
This is the moment where Shaggy (student jumping) leapt off one of the salt mountains (I hesitate at the word mountain, but that's what it's called here) after much encouragement from the Director (seen below). Promises to catch Shaggy and a crash course in Jumping Off Salt Mounds and Landing On Your Feet Safely was given.
Suffice to say, he failed the course miserably - miserably because he landed on his spine and was in pain for the better half of the day. Don't know what happened to him after that. Last I saw he was walking around (drugged out on painkillers no less).
A video of the Jump is somewhere.
*According to Romain, I spelt it wrongly the first time as "poutain", this word by the way means fuck in French.
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