Fwor, we went on an amazing camel trek in the Thar desert. The plan was to find a camel trip in Jaisalmer, but we heard this one was good and decided to skip Jaisalmer so we can get to Nepal sooner. I love camels, mincing along with their big lily pad feet and their noses in the air. It was just me, Joe and a dreadlocked Norwegian lady called Gro, three guides, two grunty slobbery boy camels and my nice lady camel. I think the boy camels wanted to smooch with mine - they kept blowing disgusting bags of flesh out of their mouths. I had a boy called Vishnu sitting behind me steering the camel, texting and occasionally clucking the camel into a lollopy trot.
The Thar desert is scrubby on the outside and scattered with little settlements, getting sandier as you go inwards. It was ruddy hot - I had a big scarf on but still got a bit burnt. We stopped for lunch, a delicious thali served from tiffin boxes, then lay in a cool hut for a snooze. Not for long though, we soon had a gaggle of little boys glaring at us from the doorway. They were fun though, like all the kids round here they were mad for having their pictures taken and had a crazy time taking pictures of camels and goats with my camera. We met the women and younger children hanging around the shadows of the house next door, they were lovely. There was one gobby 13 year old girl who wanted to be in every picture, decorate me with rings and henna and steal my scarf for a sari.
After we watched the sunset from a sand dune and Joe rested his aching bum we went to the main guide's family village for another tasty thali and to sleep. We made a nest on the roof of the house and slept under the stars. It must be the most peaceful place in the whole of India, it's amazing - no horns, no dogs, no calls to prayer or blaring TVs. Just stars and stars and the occasional mobile phone ring (of course).
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