Rukhi

This must be one of the most extraordinary campspots on our trip.
After saying goodbye to the mountains and a relaxed drive down, the Kudliks had found this spot for us. Originally heading for a closeby river (we're all drawn to water), they had been stopped by a border post who couldn't let them go further. The border post was right next to Rukhi Castle and we find the family parked next to a smaller river between the post and the ruins.
Upon arrival, Martin quickly suggests to park inside the castle. A kind of narrow entrance gate leads into what might have been the marketplace, surrounded by the walls, just underneath the remnants of the old fortress. The pigs and cows grazing inside seem inviting and so we drive in.
How beautiful this place is! Surprisingly, it stays quiet for the whole duration of our stay, no one minds us being inside and the cows, wild dogs and pigs remain pleasant company.
Is this how the former inhabitants experienced their life here as well? It might have been utterly different, but we certainly feel like Kings and Queens for one night.Leer más