So we rolled on to Jaisalmer, truly in desert country now. We started seeing more of those classic scenes of hundreds of people traveling on the roofs of buses. We also saw a curious convoy of army trucks transporting dozens of office chairs all covered in camouflage material! Who knows where they were heading....hide the chair perhaps? The fort at Jaisalmer was impressive, over a hundred bastions enclosing a 'working town', however a few bastions have collapsed recently due to overcrowding within the fort as it's ancient drain
age system can not cope with the volume of er, sewage should we say. Which is quite ironic as since we've been in India we are now quite used to coping with a lot of shit.We decided to do the tourist thing and a take a Camel safari and stay over night in the desert. So we were driven out into the wilds to met our camel drivers and of course the stars of the show, our camels. Well, they were ill tempered, had shocking teeth, bad breath, constantly farted and were generally a bit miserable......and then we met the camels! 
Being on the camels was fun for the first half hour or so, and soon became very boring. Things livened up a little when we reached the sand dunes, but we both felt like kids on a donkey being led up and down a beach. It just seemed a little pointless. The evening was amazing though, they set up a bed for us and we slept in the dunes under the stars. It was so cool waking up in the morning at dawn and watching all the colours change.
We decided to cut our trip short and have one more hour's ride in 
the dunes before we headed back to town, MISTAKE. Going down one of the steep dunes, my saddle worked it's way loose and started sliding down Simon's neck, ( Simon was the name of my camel), obviously this gave Simon the hump ( sorry, it had to be said!). I'm not an expert but I don't think camel's necks are designed to carry such a weight that was dumped on to it, we have
eaten a lot of curries in the last few months. I presumed Simon didn't take well to either my apology or explanation, as this was when he started trying to bite me. I don't think I'll ever forget his face or the noise he was making. Equally I don't think he'll forgot my face or the noise I was making. The saddle continued to slip forward and then sideways, I had flashbacks of Spirit (an unfriendly and ultra high speed horse I had the misfortune of sitting on [I cert
ainly wasn't riding it] in S. Africa) and images of being unceremonilessly dumped head first from what seemed like a great height into the sand. It was quite scary. I managed to free my feet from the 'stirrups' and fortunately Andrea's camel (Daniel, if your interested) was in reaching distance and I ungracefully boarded him.
the dunes before we headed back to town, MISTAKE. Going down one of the steep dunes, my saddle worked it's way loose and started sliding down Simon's neck, ( Simon was the name of my camel), obviously this gave Simon the hump ( sorry, it had to be said!). I'm not an expert but I don't think camel's necks are designed to carry such a weight that was dumped on to it, we have
eaten a lot of curries in the last few months. I presumed Simon didn't take well to either my apology or explanation, as this was when he started trying to bite me. I don't think I'll ever forget his face or the noise he was making. Equally I don't think he'll forgot my face or the noise I was making. The saddle continued to slip forward and then sideways, I had flashbacks of Spirit (an unfriendly and ultra high speed horse I had the misfortune of sitting on [I cert
ainly wasn't riding it] in S. Africa) and images of being unceremonilessly dumped head first from what seemed like a great height into the sand. It was quite scary. I managed to free my feet from the 'stirrups' and fortunately Andrea's camel (Daniel, if your interested) was in reaching distance and I ungracefully boarded him. We decided to walk the rest of the way. 
We then took our final train back to Delhi, enjoying the fact that we wouldn't have to do this again. Certainly a time to reflect on our time in India, the negatives certainly outweighed the positives. It certainly can be a frustrating and baffling place. This was completely summed up on a Delhi train platform, in the middle of hundreds of people, where a man had stripped down to his undies and was taking a shower, however no one was taking any notice of him whatsoever as they were all to busy gawking at Andrea, who was dressed very conservatively.
Back in Delhi we took things easy, well as easy as you can in Delhi, and counted down the hours until our flight to Nepal.
Delhi International airport was a joke. You've never seen crowds like, hundreds and hundreds of people at 4 a.m., and this was outside! We thought maybe The Beatles were landing here. Anyway, that wasn't our problem anymore, we'd soon be on a plane out of here........eventually, after the delay of course.
