Africa by bathtub

Yes, Its been awhile since I posted, and in all honesty I have forgotten most of what we have done, so bare with me if my entry seems a little cluttered. We are in Jodpur for the next two days until we fly to Mumbai for the trip back to Africa. Jailsilmer was incredible, the camel trecking perhaps the best adventure we’ve had in India. We spent two nights and three days in the Thar desert, with our camels (Raja & Sona) and guides (Turok & Dadia, who was eight years old). Yes, one of our guide was 8 yrs old, and he was a total professional, he was the low man on the totem pole, he took care of the camels and carried stuff around and so, not to mention he walked almost the entire time. Camels are incredible, from the very moment you meet them, you understand how uncluttered their mind is. Camels do a few things very well; walk slow and chew cud. In fact a Camel spends about twenty minutes a day sleeping and the rest chew cud. They chew cud when walking, when drinking, when running, when eating. They are also very huge. I did not understand the immensity of camels until I got on Raja for the first time. My head was easily 15 feet in the air. Enormus creatures who command a lot of respect. They are peaceful, semi-graceful (for a camel), and a blast to ride. By the third day our asses were bruised, groing tired, and my back was so sore. Our first night in the dunes was full of humor, as we were accompanied by two German tourists. At about 3am a voice started calling in the distant, “hello, where are you”, “Hello”, “Heelllllllooooooo”. This voiced continued for easily an hour. It got near and far, had various different levels of stress from friendly, to anger, to fearful, to all out hysterical. I thought that is was some Indian guy trying to find us to sell us something, so I kept quite. I do remember thinking, oh great now he is mad, please don’t let him find us. I listened to this screaming forever, thinking that it was somebody important that Turok would greet him. Finally the other german tourist, called out “Were over here”, I immediatly scolded her for telling the anger Indian where we were, but “Paul is not in his bed” was here response. Opps!, the crying voice I had been listening to was the lost german tourist. I got my light and went and found him…..I laughed for quite a while of how we (Devi heard him too) mistook teriffied German for a Indian salesman..Skip ahead to our last moments in Jailismer. Devi got attacked by a cow, and not a little nudge either. This guy tried to shiskabob her. He scouped down low, to come up under her bum, and then tried to launch her. All for no reason, she literaly just walked by. READ. She is ok, 100% ok, just a scratch on her booty. We have been trying to understand the philisophical nature of cow attacks, in the last few hours….ok, need a icecream.

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