I would like to start by saying
that I have never ridden a horse. I know. I think of this as a great failing in
my character and hope to remedy this sometime. I have however ridden a camel. I
just spent the last two days trekking around the desert on camel back. This is
my second camel trek in my short existence.
Yesterday morning we began our journey after a quick pack
and a hasty exit from our hotel in Jaisalmer. My boyfriend boldly proclaimed
that he “didn’t need deodorant out in the wild”( he’s hard core, this one) and
we were off.
We met our camel drivers some distance out of Jaisalmer. I
watched them come in with the previous batch of tourists. These tourists seemed
like the real adventure types. That’s the first time I have ever seen a blond
in a turban. It suited him. After hearty good byes, photographs, and the
blond-adventure type- travellers smoothly inhaling their cigarettes, the camels
were exchanged and I found myself balancing 7 feet up on a camels hump. We
began our journey, off into the land without water, the great big yonder, the
desert. I affectionately named my camel
Gargle Spots. I chose this name for two reasons. The first reason was because
he was a master gurgler. He greeted me with a huge open mouth and gave me a
clear view of the twigs ensnared in his teeth and gums, the flies that had
found their way into his mouth, his green coated tongue and all the way down,
down his slimy throat. Quite attractive I assure you. Anyways he would open his
mouth, give me that amazing view of his lunch and proceed to gargle. Rolling
his saliva around , spitting out maggoty boogers, the whole works! The second
reason I chose his name is because he was spotted. I am not sure if this was
natural or if he dyed it. As you can see, I really had to reach deep into my
creativity for this one.
Here is a picture of Gargle Spots with his bird friend on his head.
We were lightly stepping across the desert. I was at the
back in our modest train, each camel linked to the next with a small rope. I
took in the camel driver, softly humming a desert tune, and the small boy
tucked in behind him. I took in the endless brown sand and perfect blue sky. My
gaze moved to my boyfriend on the camel right in front of me. He was bouncing
up and down, he had a pained expression on his face and I am pretty sure that
his pants were riding up in a very bad way. Ah my poor hardcore-deoderantless
love! And now this is my confession, I thought he simply did not have the hang
of it, whereas I, being on the second camel trek of my life ( the first one was
10 years ago) was gliding smoothly along because I was very experienced. I
might have even smirked.
We stopped for lunch- chapatti, potatoes in sauce and rice.
Oh and chai, don’t forget the chai. We lounged in the sun. I snoozed.
Soon it was time for ride number 2. I boarded my camel
easily, expecting another jaunt. I ignored my boy friends nervous face. The
camel took a step. My gosh! The agony! My saddle seemed to be too far forward.
And there was this extremely big lump in my saddle in the worst place. Camels have very long necks and my entire
body was jostling on a downward slope. Suddenly it was all I could do to stay up there. Bracing myself with my wrists, trying not to come
down too hard on my crotch, I bounced and jostled and was flung here and there.
Meanwhile my boy friend sailed by. He
showed me all the empathy that I had not shown him. My camel, for some reason
was in a hurry. This was the time he decided to trot. Let me tell you, the ride
does not get any smoother when a camel runs. I spent the next while gritting my
teeth while being flung up and down. I am pretty sure that my boyfriend had had
the same problem that morning. I regretted my earlier smirk.
Thankfully this agony and torture did not last too long. I
think the camel driver caught on to my winces and groans pretty quick. Soon we
were stopped for the evening nestled in some glorious sand dunes.
We watched the sunset. We took big loping strides through
the sand. We found appropriate sized tumble weeds to pee behind. I have
discovered that toilet paper is very pretty when it burns.
The night was chilly but the two of us had a small tent.
After gazing at the stars for as long as our frozen feet could stand it, we
retired inside.
The next day both of our saddles were cinched properly. The desert
was calm and quiet. We trotted through, both of us doing pretty well for
ourselves I think. We saw our drivers small hut. I held a baby goat that had
been born the day before. My face got a little wind burned. I could now look at
my camel with affection and was even a little sad to part ways. My boyfriend
named his camel Mr. Gangles. You will have to ask him for the meaning.
I now understand a little, the pull the desert has. It is a
beautiful, vast place. Now that we have returned to Jaisalmer the horns and
bustle of the city seem even more jarring to me. I miss my brief glimpse into
desert life and appreciate it immensely.
