Left the hotel at 10 am and we were on our way to Puskar. The trip took us about 3 hours. When we entered the town I was disappointed, it was another typical dirty Indian town. Admittedly, I was on the outskirts but I was not too hopeful. To me it seemed strange that one of the holiest places in India should look so grotty.
I had lunch in an Israeli vegetarian cafe. The food was good but I ordered too much bready things, so I left stuffed. After lunch it was straight on to the camel for my camel safari. My guide was named Omar and he came from a village 150km away. He was a short very dark skinned guy with the typical moustache that the men seem to like. He was very friendly and a frat guide. The camel Babu was friendly and was not naughty at all but riding on him was uncomfortable. I felt my balls getting squashed every step he took. Our route took us through the outskirts if Puskar where I felt very silly and touristy. All the Indians seemed to me be smirking and thinking there goes another dumb tourist. In about 20 minutes we had left the town and were walking though the very dry countryside not very deserty. In the distance there was a ridge between two hills and I thought, "When we get over that then we'll see the real desert." and no we passed the ridge into a fertile valley. so disappointedly we kept in going and picked up some beer, which is not allowed but hell a beer camping is a must. I was now on foot as my crown jewels were feeling a bit tender. We passed a couple who were also on safari I lifted my hand in a slightly embarrassed greeting to them. A greeting I do when I am doing something very touristy, like camel riding, and I feel a tourist and not a traveller.
We did not stopped and carried on to the chai shop had a chai and collected the water for the nights cooking. We were going to sleep in a desert patch about 20 mins out of Puskar and next to a camp of Indians which I think come from the music cast and the songs are passed down father to son.
There I watched the sunset while Omar prepare a dinner of dahl and rice. Plus bread rolls made there and then. We were joined my toe of Omar's musician friends who played music which was amazing and I managed to record some of it. They chatted amongst themselves, and occasionally to me but we were limited by language so the conversation did not go very far. After a while feeling very stuffed I went to my bed and watch the stars while listening to "The Planets". I soon drifted off to sleep there in a patch of desert next to Puskar.