Saddle Sore - Blogabond

Hmm, don't think I'll be investing in a camel when I come back to London, they're not the most comfortable mode of transport. My backside hasn't been this sore since I left public school.

My Swiss co-rider Stephanie and I were driven out into the desert by jeep where we met our trusty steeds and two camel drivers. We then trekked about 20kms through the desert, but it's no Turkish Delight setting of rolling sand dunes and tumbleweeds, more like a cross between arable farm land and scrub, so not especially exciting. We had a 4-hour lunch stop because it's just too hot in the middle of the day, then trekked a further 10kms until we finally hit the sand dunes we'd been promised, and very impressive they were too. For about the last hour, sipping occasionally on hot water, I just couldn't stop thinking about a cold beer. It was like torture, but when we reached our destination the camel driver whipped out a few bottles of Kingfisher that he'd somehow managed to keep relatively cool. I can't begin to describe how good that tasted. So we cooked up some dinner over a fire and for the first time in 10 days just appreciated some complete silence. We just slept out on blankets on the dunes, and then trekked for another couple of hours in the morning to meet the jeep. I wasn't sorry to see the back of that camel (jokes to the usual address please).

Spent most of yesterday looking round Jaisalmer with a great Slovenian couple from Trieste, and have given myself a day of rest today before a gruelling 12-hour bus ride to Mt Abu tomorrow.

PS. Lest there be any ambiguity, the statement about public school was a joke!

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phileasdogg on September 19, 2008 from Jaisalmer, India

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Slow! KIngfisher my friend. 80 rupee only...for you 70

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