Watch out they spit

I guess no trip through Rajasthan is complete without a camel safari, or least that's what everybody kept telling us. To sweeten the deal we actually had a nice ride to get to the starting point for our epic one night safari into the sand dunes around Khuri. It was amazing, prolonged stretches of riding with complete silence, punctuated by an occasional splash of orange from turbaned goat herders walking down the road. The deeper into the desert you venture the quieter it gets.

Our first night in Khuri we were treated to extravagant accomodations, at least by our miserly standards, of three soft beds and traditional Rajasthani music and dancing. Plus we got to head out to the dunes and catch the sunset before the evening festivities began. The next day our safari began.

Turns out riding a camel and riding bike have one thing in common, your crotch hurts a lot the first time you ride one. Other than that the trip was pretty sweet, for one whole day we heard not a single car horn, the solitude was complete, with the exception of random noises that camels seem to make when they have a gangly white guy riding on their back. We enjoyed a pretty epic sunset in the dunes and than sat down to a desert feast concocted by our friendly camel drivers, and finished up by laying out under the stars. Although this was somewhat lost on me, because after the contacts come out its all a blur.

The next morning we finished up back in Khuri after a brief ride from our campsite. We really didn't have to venture far from town to have the illusion of complete isolation in the desert. Most of the morning was passed making jokes about my six-legged camel due to my gangly legs hanging off the side. All in all time very well spent.