At the camp we took a camel ride - or should I say the camels took us for a ride. Here the camels wait patiently for us
Sujay our intrepid guide mounted a camel to show how easy it was
Hilda also made it with aplomb
I mounted mine - I had run out of excuses, and found myself at the head of the caravan. Here my camel gives me a knowing wink
We took a short ride down a dusty track to a nearby village
Abe enjoying his ride. A camel makes a great high level viewpoint - but I did wish I had VR up there
Digital cameras aside, this could be Abraham and his family
We spent some time with a family in the village. This is the matriarch - her husband is dead. She lives with her two sons and their family
A baby in the village snoozes in the evening sun
Inside a home - bollywood stars and pots...
...and the TV
Locks are used, even here
A cooking area
There is always one in every group
The baby was passed from child to child. All the children looked out for each other. They were all cousins
The entry to one of the houses. Note how well swept the floor is, compared to the grunge in the public areas of the villages and cities
Hilda and her steed
We made our way back to the camp --- I walked, the better to get pictures. I discovered that camels walk surprisingly fast!
Look Clive, No Hands!
The kids followed our caravan
Camel at rest. It has been said that a camel is a horse designed by a committee. I doubt it - no committee could be that imaginative
That evening we were given a demonstration of local dancing - the set matched the show in Jaipur almost exactly, down to the kid with attitude who attmpted to steal the show from the dancers
Early to bed in preparation for tomorrow - and our first night with all of our belongings