Bikaner/To the Desert

Today it was time to mount the camel. Turning up in the small town of Bikaner, I would spend the next three hours riding Santi through the Thar desert to camp. On shrieking at the prospect of a friend’s camel, Radu, spitting foaming white mess all over me, we discovered the reason for the frothing was that it was mating season and the males were on heat. However, this then resulted in him overtaking and spending the rest of the journey with his balls in my face!

We travelled through Raisar, a small village of local farmers. During the winter months where the crops and being sown, a few members of the family you will see out in the fields farming mustard seed, cumin and wheat.

We arrived at the site, broken ass’s ready for Chai. This was followed by dinner and dancing performances from the Kalbaleya, the gyspy people.



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