...roar like lions and fart up a storm.
As promised, we spend the past two days camel safarying, sleeping in sand dunes during a sandstorm, huddling together with the camels while lightening crashes down in the distance, seeing lots of stars and spending the hot mid day in the shade of some bushes, drinking water that had reached boiling temperatures simply by being in a bottle. My attempt to try to ride in Pakistan was met with resistance by the guide unfortunately. The long ride back this afternoon had us fantasising about the amount, timing and refrigeration status of the mangoes we will eat just as soon as we get to a Thai beach. I am thinking this camel safari was my happiest moment on this trip so far, but we are ready for the beaches. So I am thinking as soon as we get to some beach, the first chilled mangoes will be administered at around ten, after a dip in the water, then continue the same dose in hourly intervals until evening. After a siesta around three maybe some frozen mangoes to mix it up.
Hardcore backpackers we are.
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