After two rounds of BJ toast (butter jam) and a cuppa we were on the road heading west towards the Pakistan border. A long day of travel was in store. For the first time the journey took us along a route where there was not much in the way of people nor infrastructure. Simply golden desert land as far as the eye could see. 500 kilometres later we drew near to the outskirts of Jaisalmer where we were greeted by a military base stretching for miles. Army tanks looking worryingly prepared.
The city of golden sandstone brought many great experiences, and once in a lifetime opportunities. We visited the Jain Temple to learn of this religion, and fortunately Shaan was not 'on' and thus was granted entry. Next we headed towards the Khurri Desert where we were to ride camels out into the wilderness.
The evening in the desert allowed us to become closer to our american and Canadian companions. We made the most of the tranquility by sunbathing, racing in the dunes, and ironically attempting camel yoga. As the sun fell laughter turned to silence as everyone switched back into the professional photographer mode. The remainder of the evening brought traditional Indian hospitality - music, dancing, a wealth of food and chai tea. Last but not least we set up camp under light of the full moon, and called it a night. Some of us slept, some did not. Despite many sore legs, there were no regrets in the morning.
On our final evening eight of us gathered for dinner. As some of us prepared to continue our India adventure, some sadly were returning home. We did what we thought was the best means of saying goodbye; we splashed out 200 rupees (£2) each and ate as if it was THE final supper.
All in all Jaisalmer taught us three valuable lessons;
1. Females: don't go near a temple if its that time of the month
2. Stretch your groins before riding a camel and,
3. The difference between jam and jelly is easily explained by sexual reference (credit to Kanin Routson).
Rhys
The city of golden sandstone brought many great experiences, and once in a lifetime opportunities. We visited the Jain Temple to learn of this religion, and fortunately Shaan was not 'on' and thus was granted entry. Next we headed towards the Khurri Desert where we were to ride camels out into the wilderness.
The evening in the desert allowed us to become closer to our american and Canadian companions. We made the most of the tranquility by sunbathing, racing in the dunes, and ironically attempting camel yoga. As the sun fell laughter turned to silence as everyone switched back into the professional photographer mode. The remainder of the evening brought traditional Indian hospitality - music, dancing, a wealth of food and chai tea. Last but not least we set up camp under light of the full moon, and called it a night. Some of us slept, some did not. Despite many sore legs, there were no regrets in the morning.
On our final evening eight of us gathered for dinner. As some of us prepared to continue our India adventure, some sadly were returning home. We did what we thought was the best means of saying goodbye; we splashed out 200 rupees (£2) each and ate as if it was THE final supper.
All in all Jaisalmer taught us three valuable lessons;
1. Females: don't go near a temple if its that time of the month
2. Stretch your groins before riding a camel and,
3. The difference between jam and jelly is easily explained by sexual reference (credit to Kanin Routson).
Rhys
OMG, what amazing photos. Even made me fancy visiting India (which I never have before)Loving reading the blog so much boys, you all look well, relaxed and happy which is great to see. Keep on enjoying and don't let Will bring a camel back!
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