Naomi:
We were both a wee bit excited to get to Jaisalmer – it’s the place to go camel trekking into the desert and we were bang up for it!
First we spent one night in Jaisalmer town. When we arrived by bus we were hounded to within an inch of our lives (even by India standards!) by men wanting us to take their ‘taxis’ (aka car to their hotel only). It was a little intense, and as they were in our faces they were each telling us that the other men were liars, not real taxis, cheats etc. Eugh! One guy verbally promised to take us to the hotel we had requested for only a few rupees, as he had dropped guests off for the bus and had an empty car. Of course, once we were in the car he asked if we would mind checking his hotel out. Standard! His place sounded pretty nice, but of course once we got there we realised we were a way out of town and the promised WiFi did not exist. We ‘ummed and ahhed’ and then did a runner, explaining as fast as we could, while not stopping long enough to witness an Indian sulk, that we reeeeaaaallly needed WiFi (which on that one occasion, we did.)
Finally we managed to get to the guest house we wanted in the first place, which was just what we were after and complete with Skype-worthy WiFi connection. We were however faced with an almighty Indian sulk when we told the owner that we’d already booked our camel trek online – they didn’t like that one bit and tried very hard to get us to change our minds. In the end they made us promise not to tell anyone else at the hotel about our trek. Jaisalmer’s another fort town, but people live inside the fort walls here. We stayed outside the walls and spent the evening exploring more little alleys full of trinket shops and tailors. We found quite a few places offering bed sheets ‘so beautiful you won’t need viagra!’….OK then!
The next morning we were up bright and breezy and ready to meet our camels! At the travel agency we met our two other camel-compadres, Katerina from Canada and Jala from Papa New Guinea, and set off in the Jeep to take us to the pick-up point. Most people do a 2-day, 1-night trip, but we’d decided we were a bit more hardcore than that, and gone for 3 days and 2 nights…would this be a good decision?
Our camel leader was Dadya, an un-ageable desert man who looked like he had a lot of wisdom in his eyes. He was accompanied by a young boy with such painful cracked lips I immediately wanted to hightail it back to town and get him some lip balm! Thankfully Jala had some Bepanthen and made him put some on every few hours. Desert life really takes a toll on your beauty regime!
They began to load up the camels with saddles and supplies. One camel was growling constantly and looked really pissed off about the whole affair. I hoped and prayed I’d get one of the other camels, but of course that didn’t happen. I had visions of it bolting off into the horizon and me dying a lonely death out in the desert somewhere. Yes a little dramatic probably. Thankfully everyone was paired with a camel without any real trouble, although watching us all try and get our legs up and over the saddles was quite a sight. With Dadya and his helper on foot, we slowly trotted off into the desert. It was more like not very appealing scrub-land at this point, I’ll be honest. And it was a whole new level of uncomfortable. Our assess were getting chapped from every angle, and on a few occasions I accidentally let out a little yelp, which amused the camel guys no end. My camel growled on-and-off the whole way. After an hour or so of lolloping side to side across the scrub, I looked at Iain and we were both thinking the same thing “3 days of this?!!…What have we done?!”
Thankfully the 5 hours of promised camel riding (which was starting to sound more like a threat), was more like 3. My ass was very grateful. We stopped halfway and the guys made us a yummy lunch of spicy dal and rice. I soon realised why they had recommended closed shoes. Not wanting to wear my hiking boots, I had gone with flip flops, which was a huge error. Being scrub-land rather than pure sand, there were thousands of cactus-like burrs just waiting to stick into my feet. Fail! After lunch we set off on the camels again. As we were riding we asked Dadya what our camel’s names were; Katerina’s was ‘Moonia’, Jala’s was ‘Yalia’, and Iain’s was ‘Amala’ or something like that (Iain just called it ‘camel’). I anticipated the exotic and mystical name my somewhat tempestuous beast might have been given…his name? Simon. Simon, with a penchant for floral saddle covers and a strong dislike of being ridden out into the desert.
After another hour or so of riding, we reached our camp for the evening. Four little storage huts near a big tree. We were sleeping out under the stars, on beds that were so comfortable, piled high with cushions, that once I was on it I didn’t want to get up! Iain being the big strong guy that he is, insisted that he was so afraid of something coming and taking us in the night that he could not possibly sleep on the outside bed (head of security my chapped butt!) so I took the outside bed. We munched out on more delicious curry and then spent the evening stargazing under our thick blankets. It was really beautiful!
Day two was an early start, with a breakfast of boiled eggs, toast, jam and bananas. Iain was charged with looking after the camels while they were loaded up one by one. Simon was his usual diva-self. I couldn’t really blame him, as all the camels have very painful looking bars pierced through just behind their noses, to attach the harness to. When I looked concerned about Simon’s continued growling Dadya reassured me, “Don’t worry, this just hurts him a lot.”….Great!
The second day was particularly arduous on our derrieres, but we did get to see some proper sand dunes which made the pain worthwhile! Jala and Katerina got to lead their own camels, with intermittent success – the camels kept wondering off to try and eat foliage! Simon was thankfully not even considered for unguided trekking – the guy (different helper this day) kept taking us off down steep hills, I don’t know whether it was to keep the diva entertained or as punishment for the growling, or because he found my wide-eyed frantic attempts to hold on amusing!
When we reached the second night’s camp we found inside the storage hut a holdall of cold Pepsi and beer, which was sweet sweet relief to our desert thirst. A chap had conveniently turned up to offer his drinks services (it’s almost like we weren’t really that far into the desert after all! Ha ha) Dadya had to go off somewhere to fetch the mattresses and left us in charge of the camels. I was lazily reading my book while Iain, Katerina and Jala went over the nearby dune to explore. “If the camels walk off, come and find me,” instructed Iain as they left. I couldn’t see the camels from where I was lying, but every few minutes checked they were still there. It’s amazing how far a camel can get in 5 minutes…one managed to un-tether himself and make it a few hundred yards before I realised we were one beast down. Iain was over the dunes in the opposite direction. I contemplated trying to catch the camel myself, but as documented, I don’t have a great affinity with animals and they generally pay no attention to me whatsoever, plus I was scared of getting a hoof to the face. I decided to call for back-up in the form of Dr Iain Doolittle. I tried to get up the other sand dune as fast as possible, but it was such hard work in the heat and felt like it was taking forever! Iain was nowhere to be seen – they’d made it a few more dunes over and I couldn’t even see him. “IAAAAAAIIIINNNNN CAAMMEEELLLLLSSS GOOONNNNNEE!!!” I called like it may be the last thing I managed to do before collapsing in a pile of unfit exhaustion on the sand. Finally I saw him appear like a camel-rescuing hallucination, but for some reason he’d left his flip flops and so had to hop around in mine. By this point the camel had gone even further away. About 20 minutes of very slow hopping and camel-whispering later Iain had brought it back to safety…supervising him was exhausting work and confirmed that the desert life is not for me! Ha ha. We tied the camel to the tree branch, which lasted all of 30 seconds and then decided that we’d fulfilled our duties, and if it wanted to walk off again that would be Dadya’s problem!
The four of us spent a second wonderful night under the stars, listening to Mumford and Sons, which makes a great stargazing soundtrack! The next morning we had the option of trekking for one hour and then heading back to town, or doing that plus stopping for an extra long lunch and then trekking another two hours. We were just getting the hang of camel riding, but let our butts make the decision – back to town it was!
After trekking we bid our camels and Dadya an emotional farewell and jeeped back into town, ready for the comfort of a lukewarm shower. Iain asked me a favour I hope he will never repeat – to examine the damage to his butt crack. It was not a pretty sight. There are some things you just shouldn’t have to see, and that was definitely one of them! We later met a girl that had done one day’s trekking and required bandaging afterwards – looks like the camels have the last laugh!