A Fine Balance or Me and Ma Camel

cool camel Cappadocia, originally uploaded by Christiane B.

Have been discussing the point where filth and pain cease being quaint and become nothing more than filth and pain. I realized I am in the in-between stage where I am perfectly aware of the fact that yes, it's ridiculous to be sitting in a stuffy box in a bus made out of bug infested cloth that has not been disinfected since 1982, the year the bus was made. Yes, it is hilarious especially when we and our now slightly decimated bags are juggled around like dominoes at every bump in the road (and lucky us got the baaaaaack compartment) while our only protection from the outside world is a shabby glass wall, but I do love it just a little bit, enough to do it again. And it does feel just a little bit quaint and awesome to be cruising through the night in a chaos of women in gorgeous saris, bags, stern looking men, music blasting, people jumping on and off, the smell of spicy rotis and samosas while watching the night roll by with the windows open and the bugs swarming. Yeah, it's pretty great.

In that spirit, we have decided to give a whole different style of dirt and pain a go. Camel safari here we come: cooking over a bonfire, starry starry nights, sleeping in more filthy, buggy blankets in the sand and lots of ass pain, yay, I can't wait. Especially the part where newly acquired husband will be smashing his balls on the camel saddle. He has no idea what he is in for.