Camel Safari in Jaisamler Day 1.
24.08.2010 - 24.08.2010 47 °C
At around 9 we made our way with our friends into the desert on the jeep. This journey took us around an hour, six of us all squeezed into the back of the jeep and fat Ollie with his own seat in the front. We met with our camels which were very placid, mine was called Jezel and Ollie thinks his camels name was Ratatouille.
My legs instantly weren’t in a very comfortable position on the camel, we didn’t have the use of stirrups and after a while the pain struck in. Especially for Ollie whose face looked like a screwed up gremlin, (the ugliest Gremlin!) After an hour of seeing a lot of scrub land and one dying cow we arrived at a small village with a school. We stopped and decided to go and meet the children which were shouting and waving to us.
After our brief encounter with the school children in the desert village we headed further out into the unknown until we stopped for 3 hours whilst we ate lunch, chapattis with a watery vegetable curry which was extremely tasty, although a little sandy and incredibly spicy. We drank Chai tea as we all sat together under a tree.
Between 1pm and 5pm the sun is at its highest and is extremely hot. The heat was unbearable and the camels wouldn’t have coped well at this time if they had to carry us, especially Hepzi. Quite amusingly there was a vendor in the middle of the desert selling cold drinks for 30INR (about 50p). Amusing because we were told we wouldn’t be anywhere near civilisation and away from the mediocre camel tours which are in the “touristic areas”, that said, we saw many other groups, still fun though.
For the first night we made our way through the desert dunes and to a camp that had already been set up. The camp was a little straw hut which housed the supplies and five or six camp beds which had blankets and bed mats on them. We ate with our guides and friends; however the guides wouldn’t eat until we had finished all that we wanted. I didn’t like this at all, I wanted them all to eat at the same time, but the leader of the camel drivers wouldn’t allow this as we were his guests.
Ap, Nick, Rob, Pip, Hepzi, Tucker and I then sat separated from the guides and managed to spend the next couple of hours debating (over some cheap brandy and some weed or as the Indians call it, Bhang, which is sold at government shops in certain areas of Rajasthan) who was better, Bear Grylls or Ray Mears, of course I’m a Ray Mears man myself with Bear Grylls being a showman and not a survivalist, who calls them self Bear.... I mean honestly!
Our guides couldn’t understand why we were talking about politics and TV shows when we were in the middle of the desert, looking at it they may have made a valid point.