Once in Jaisalmer we immediately checked our bags at the hotel and booked a camel trek for that night. This one of the major events that we’ve been looking forward to since we started dreaming about our trip to India way back when.
There were a couple of trip options to chose from. One included a few sites closer to the city and the other involved riding in a jeep further out in the desert, stopping at dunes and getting picked up by a jeep at the end of the trek. We chose the latter, not for any specific reason, it mostly just sounded better to us. We could go out for anywhere from one night to a week or probably more if we’d wanted to. We’d heard from multiple travelers that one night in the desert is plenty and decided to follow their advice.
In not much time at all we were in a car driving out to the desert to meet our camels and guides. Unfortunately, my camera battery died on the way out to the desert. Horribly timing! So all photos here are courtesy of PZ.
First impression: camels are cute! So, so cute, with their fluffy, flirty eyelashes and their tendency to nuzzle each other. I fell hard for these fury animals.
At some point in the day we found it hilarious to sing “My Humps” to the camels and did so for quite some time. As a result of this we named our camels with Black Eyed Peas themed names. PZ’s was Fergie and mine was Mutter (the Hindi word for peas).
When we weren’t singing “My Humps” to the camels we rode through the desert in silence, taking in the beauty of the scenery. Something about the resiliency of the beings that flourish in an environment as unforgiving as the desert (did I mention it was 111 degrees F?) made me pause for thought.
At sunset we were dropped off at the dunes to watch the sun dissapear and then picked up and taken to our camp for dinner.
At night we laid on our cots under the stars, breathing in fresh desert air, watching for shooting stars and making up constelations (like an enormous 3-D shark).
Morning came and we were back on the camels. As much as I loved this whole experience, riding a camel is one of the most painful things I’ve ever done. Every obscure muscle I never use in my legs screamed out in pain. I stayed on the camel as long as I could before getting down to walk. Luckily, the Jeep wasn’t far enough away and was able to come pick us up where I got off.