camel safari

Camel a safari...Dahl and chapatti…was the safari theme song with many variations originated from the leader of the our posse…praga. it was me and bromaster with five camel boys and three camels plus a cart. We were treated like kings…I mean maharajas…but its was still life on the range…which really only gets so fancy. We safaried for seven days outside of jaisalmer in rajasthan near the Pakistani border…the scenery was gorgeous…like a giant desert garden. It was mostly shrub desert with sand dunes dispersed about. The wild life was very rich with many animals…deer, goats, sheep, mice, lizards, beetles, snakes, scorpions, and many exotic birds.
We were outlaws for the weekend it turned out hiding at in the dunes so we could enjoy the national park. We were alluding the police from the beginning so we didnt have to pay for a permit that only lasted for four days when we planned and staying out for seven…like one night for every boy. The cart came in handy when out of the blue came the rains of night…we tried to stick it out and sprung out of bed soaked in the middle of the night dashing under the camel cart…all seven of us with all our stuff and we slept like babies and had the trippiest dreams…that was vulture dune….crawwwcaw.. so the next night we built a fort out of desert shrubs so we wouldnt have to all sleep under the camel cart again…it was fun the first time, but like the potentest camel chocking smell ever and the axel was my head rest.
Most nights, when it wasn’t raining, we’d sit around the fire making disca disco with sicko drum chang guitar riffs…fucking awesome…got some recordings of it even and the shit sounds like all fucking disca disco and were loosing it like crazy monkeys drinking desert whiskey and beating the shit out of all the pots and pans playing slide guitar hollering at the moon.
When we weren’t jamming out or feeding our faces, we’d go hunting for wild deer. like the secret native boy attack strategy was “the rattle of death”…the idea was run around the desert before the moon came up blinding deer with a flash light, rattling all these marbles in a metal jug as loud and fast as possible, until eventually, the deer would get tired enough to stop or freaked out enough to freeze and then whamm! Stick to the fucking head…never actually happened though, maybe its cause they were using the rattle of death marble jar instead of the bait and wait technique…I don’t really get it either way. the deer are really gorgeous though, and im glad we never killed one, but it was pretty fun running around in the desert like wild animals on the hunt.
Hunted some lizards one moring and cought a couple that fried up for breakfast…chapatti anyone…no really though, I cant believe how many roti/chapatti ive already eattin. Oh that reminds me of this lassi we had today that was like a milk shake with Indian sweets in it…very tasty and the oil sells for the price of gold…very healthy…just rub some on you cock…or so I hear.
Camels are officially my new favorite animal…they get these bad wraps of being stinky and spitting on people and bitting and this…but really, there like big friendly giants. The camel is the king of the desert though, and you have to respect there size. But swear, theyre cuties for sure. Camels are triple jointed in there legs so they fold over twice…twice is nice…right. there was Michael Jackson that was one of the camels…the other two were booboolou and desert boy…all fucking awesome.
More on camels….well, like freaky camel sex happens like a third of the year and at this time male camels like barf up this nasty intestinal sack out the side of their mouths and in sounds like someone making bubble in the pool with there mouth hole…this to the female camel is very sexy…the man camel also growls a lot…but actually they sound exactly like chewibaca…very cute. The camel boys are even more cute when there all talking about how much they love there camel in broken English and how very strong camel very good camel is being. So like riding camels can get pretty soar no doubt…like joggin on the camel was pretty torturous but who gonna complain about shit like that…not on this camel safari at least.
Anyways, ive never really been in sweet desert dunes before…so that was a unique and beautiful experience for the old memory banks…dunes are like trippy slow motion waves…so soft and so delicate yest always changing and still remaining…poetry in motion…that’s what they are. Poets used to be so alluring…now they no longer exist. So the dunes trap you in there silence and blow your mind back in time. Mind ripple keep on rolling and up the dune the sand keeps strolling with the rapid slow motion and unsung commotion till what is smaller and what is taller is all but a grain of sand.
The whole time we had a portable guesthouse with five helpers…who cooked and cleaned for us and took care of the camels and were our friends…very nice boys…ranging say 15-27. the luxury treatment for sure and it was less then ten dollars a day for the whole shabange…me and bro were definetly outnumber by the native boys from the surrounding villages…bhil people…a tribal group considered the lowest caste in India…but that made for an authentic experience and they treated us like kings. many of the camel boys work as stone breakers when theyre not on safari…so theyre very strong and very sweetie.
The first night we went out we visited praga’s village and it was the poorest village ive ever been…not only did they have no money, but they were stuck to live on barren desert land covered in stones…it was very sad not only poor in dollars but also in resources. The kids faces were all cracked and covered in grey powder from the stones…they turned out to be lovely sweet people after I got over all my germaphobias like boogery fingers and baby goat asses in my face and two year old girls giving me kisses and holding my hand, but that was like the sweetest thing ever…we made a party around the fire and the locals came around and banged on buckets and drums and guitars and we drank whiskey and danced and slept out under the stars with goats…the king of goodtimes…but really really poor.
The magificient seven camel boys out on the range. Proweling the deserts and the dunes for something…maybe it was the piece and quite…or maybe it was that special piece of shit…ive never seen so much shit in all my life…like the desert is giant poop cemetery…cause like theres usually no rain and so it just bakes in the sun and turns turns to stone and stays forever. Side note…I stepped in poop today and it got on my pants and im still wearing them. Did about a heap of laundry today and it not quite crunchy dry yet like my sunburned little lips on camela safari. .
I think the sand got to my brain…but one thing ive learned in India…when to breathe and when to hold your breath…the smells can be so bad that they’ll make you barf. also its really hard to get good sleep in here so im pretty freakin tired…shits always going down…and when I say down I mean right from the cows ass to the curb side…and the crap is still on my pants. code