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We left Jaisalmer bound for Pakistan.
Well not quite. While that is the direction we were headed we were only going into the desert to enjy the delights of camel trekking. The land was looking pretty arid by the time we stopped but there were still a lot of trees and shrubs, albeit sparse ones, and even signs of irrigation (but no water). But what does remain ever-present, even in the desert, is the fashion of having an awesome moustache.
The fact is, the camel's reputation is undeserved - they were cooperative, easy to control and only two-thirds as foul-smelling as I expected. Ok, the ride was hardly comfortable, but no worse than riding a horse even when we got a bit of speed up.
We made camp about 70km from Pakistan, as the crow flies, for chai, sunsets and gypsie dancing round a nice big fire (complete with wierd head-bobbling).
Deserts get cold, we knew that. What we didn't know was how wet they get (who would'a thunk it?). One does not expect, in a desert, to wake up shivering covered in dew. But then neither does one expect a tray of chai to be waiting so it sort of evened itself out. In any case it warms up very quickly in the sun, and the ride back towards town was very pleasant as we passed through the odd small village (I say small - none of the buildings were more than few feet tall).
This afternoon it is time for the next big Indian experience - catching the bus...
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