Impressions of India: 32
Death by power lines - though I still can't quite work out what the furry, fly-covered thing underneath the bat is....
Like all other lakes and reservoirs in Rajasthan when I visited, Lake Pichola was seriously depleted thanks to several years of severe drought.
Watching the sun set over Lake Pichola was stunning, and made all the more memorable by thousands of fruit bats launching themselves out of the trees to swoop and glide over the water, filling the air with squeaking cries and rustling wings.
And there you have it - the end of my first solo Indian adventure with camera. Hopefully there will be many more, for I found it a seductive country filled with vivid colour and beautiful artistry, and home to a graceful, warmly smiling people who, despite the undeniable hardships suffered by many, seem particularly good at taking the time to savour life's joys.
