While the other camels spit, grunted, farted, gurgled, snorted, and emitted other sounds that can’t be described in English, Kalu just walked, slowly, silently.
Courtney atop Peacock,
and I on Kalu,
led by mustached and turbaned Rajasthani village men, we rode over dunes and through the Thar desert from Jaisalmer toward the Pakistan border.
We camped for the night, watching the sunset
while camels looked on and our guides cooked chai, chipati, and curry over the fire.
Then we curled up in our sandy cots and slept under the stars.
Sunrise, more chai, and some toast, as the camels had a bit to eat.
Back to town on Kalu’s back, feeling tired, sandy, refreshed and amazed after our trek to the desert.