Documentary Scholarship Trip

My advice to all potential camel jockeys is never to wear jeans when riding them in 40-degree heat. After suffering some rather unfortunate chafing I opt to walk and ride the camel cart for the rest of the day. As I’m a fairly big person my camel and its driver seem happy with this decision. On the cart I have the best seat in the house to hear the musicians play their tunes and after plodding thought the desert for a few hours am glad when we stop for lunch and rest under the shade of another welcome tree. Even when you think you are in the middle of nowhere in India there are always houses and people and kids who need pens. We arrive at our camp where the tents are already set up and dinner is on its way. After a quick bucket shower and a look at a bowl of scorpions, caught many miles away from our campsite I’m assured, its time for a beer, some food and a little dance around the campfire.