Well making food in the middle of no where near Pakistan (upper west coast of India) was certainly exciting. But I have to say, potato and thick roti bread became a bit boring after 6 meals of it!
In the end, our guides were hilarious, our thighs had no feeling left after riding for so many hours, and believe it or not, even in the desert, purchasing alcohol was somehow an option for our night sleeping under the stars, under cozy million year old blankets that have snuggled with too many people before us.
I also have to say, theres no feeling like peeing in the pitch black breezy empty au naturel desert.
It's amazing! Beats a western toilet any day!
My camels name was Monica too!
Good Mornin!
Making roti... it was good, thick, but a tad sandy! We all got to help :)
Making dal and aloo curry (lentil and potato).
Local girls cleaning our dishes, with sand! It was sad to see the malnourished kids... their hair going blond since their diet is so poor.
A sneaky peek of our trip
Survival success...
Survival success...
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