Our second day of the camel safari was yet another battle of endurance. Seeing that I got little to no sleep the night before from the Dibbuk Box and waking up with a soreness in my legs that seemed like I was beaten with a hammer, the following hours were to be very trying.
We ended up riding for about 6 hours. Stopping intermittently at villages along the way to the next patch of dunes. The villages were great and we were swarmed with children all wanting chocolate and pens ("school pen" they would say). At each village we went to the local store and bought a bag of candy to hand out to the kids. This was both funny and chaotic because the kids went crazy for sweets. We had to get the adults to help us line them up so we can evenly pass them out. The kids were grateful and made for fun stops.
When we finished riding, Katharina and her mother stayed an extra night and day while I was to return back to Jaisalmer. I was picked up just outside the dunes by my guest house owner, his cousin and this crazy guy named Sam, everyone here calls him Uncle.
Sam is probably around 65 years old , balding, with a massive white beard. Now an ex-army Lieutenant Colonel, he has been living in India for the last 14 years as a freelance journalist. We spent the night on the roof of our guesthouse eating chicken curry, salad, and chapati along with a bottle of rum and pack of beedies. I always enjoy sitting down with a more experienced individual and hearing about their adventures and personal opinions on life in general. Sam was was just that, very enlightening and certainly had a lot to say. We talked of life, death, and of course, India. I now understand to take India as a flow and not try and carve your own path. Being a solo traveler, this is kinda tough but I'm going to try my hardest.
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