Bus journeys can be a hassle. The Indian roads are rough, especially in backwoods Rajasthan. The road from Pushar to Jodhpur was one of these. The hassle you can get on the bus can be tiresome. You try to talk to people but usually the conversation evolves into of vain attempt to extract money from you. Sometimes you feel like something that is talked about behind your back (in Hindi), laughed at, and you are walking ATM machine. I really wish I spoke Hindi sometimes.

I was headed for Jodhpur and then on the train to Jaisalmer, an ancient city in the Thar Desert, with... you guess it, a fort. I was going on a camel trek into the desert. I wasn't sure how is would turn out, but it was amazing. I chose to do a 2 night, 3 day trek. They take you out into the desert away from Jaisalmer by jeep. You get on a camel and just go headed out to the dunes about 50 km from the Pakistani border. All the camels are named Raja, at least it seemed that way, so I renamed mine Tony and the name stuck. The weather was perfect. All meals are cooked over an open fire on the dunes. It is amazing what our guides Rana and Jamil cooked up - Chapati, Dall, Curries, everything. At night you slept under the stars, the most beautiful aray I have seen. Good thing we had a lot of blankets because it was freezing at night.   

Our chief guide Jamil was a realy character. His english sayings were hilarious (always in broken english) They included:

"No hurry, no worry

No chicken, no curry

No pain, no good games.

No toilet, no shower, 24 hour power."

He even took it upon himself while sitting around the fire one night to reveal to us the sexual prowess of each camel. Apparently my stead, Tony, impregnated 8 females in one hour. I think that is something to be proud of.

All good things must come to an end and now I am back in Jaisalmer, but as Jamil said "Don't worry be happy." I am resting my nether regions after 3 days ordeal of being thrusted against a hard wooden horn every camel step.