Khuri camels
We were sad to leave Jodhpur, but we had the promise of camels in the desert to spur us on. One knows that you are getting deeper and deeper into the desert when all you see is camels and the shepherd kids beg for water. Johan even took a go behind the steering wheel. Our driver was (naturally - Johan) quite impressed. We had a really good time with our driver. He gave us insight into the Indian way of living which involves a still fully flourishing caste system as well as pre-arranged marriages.
One of those unexpected moments happened while we settled down for some lunch in Ranakpur. He announced that his dad had given him a call the previous night and informed him that he was engaged and that his wedding would be somewhere in February next year. He is 21 years old. Although he has only met the girl once before and much prefers his (secret) girlfriend to her, he seemed quite happy about the idea and said that he will just forget about his girlfriend!
Khuri is a little desert village just outside Jaisalmer. It is quite a tourist site, but we got a camp pretty much to ourselves. We opted for the tent option (with en-suite bathroom of course!) and wasted no time to get our camels saddled up to head off to the dunes! Johan held onto his camel for dear life. His camel's clutch was a bit sticky, so he didn't want to try his luck - and it is quite high up there on a camel! Janine's camel seemed to have problems with its choke, but the steering bit through his nose was enough leverage to get him going again. Janine's camel's name was Babaloo - Johan did not enquire as to the name of his camel. The dunes were fantastic - very photogenic. A strange feeling to be so close to the Pakistan border - especially with all their conflict over Kashmir.
We had a great home cooked meals before we climbed into bed. The night in this little desert town turned out to be of the noisiest of our time in India - cell phones ringing during the night was one thing! The CD that was played through at 5:50 in the morning for all the town to 'enjoy' (we assume it was some sort of Hindu worship music) was quite another thing!
Khuri is a little desert village just outside Jaisalmer. It is quite a tourist site, but we got a camp pretty much to ourselves. We opted for the tent option (with en-suite bathroom of course!) and wasted no time to get our camels saddled up to head off to the dunes! Johan held onto his camel for dear life. His camel's clutch was a bit sticky, so he didn't want to try his luck - and it is quite high up there on a camel! Janine's camel seemed to have problems with its choke, but the steering bit through his nose was enough leverage to get him going again. Janine's camel's name was Babaloo - Johan did not enquire as to the name of his camel. The dunes were fantastic - very photogenic. A strange feeling to be so close to the Pakistan border - especially with all their conflict over Kashmir.
We had a great home cooked meals before we climbed into bed. The night in this little desert town turned out to be of the noisiest of our time in India - cell phones ringing during the night was one thing! The CD that was played through at 5:50 in the morning for all the town to 'enjoy' (we assume it was some sort of Hindu worship music) was quite another thing!
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