If you had to decide to go to only one thing in India, I would say, the Camel Festival. It is impossible to describe. Every sense is assaulted the minute you arrive. It is like every county fair you have ever seen on steroids. More than a 125,000 people attend it and it lasts a week. It is both a horse and camel festival, but the camels steal the show. Dressed in their finery with elaborate carts to pull they regally walk between people, cars, scooters, horses etc. One of the reasons for the snooty look is the flower that is put on the camel’s nose. When the flower is on their nose they look at it and hold their head up. Every camel that you see out for show has one on its nose.

Among the camels are campfires and tents for the camel owners who sleep there and tether their camels nearby.

The horses are tethered in large tents. And scattered among the horses are bulls. The prize bull weighed in at about 4000 pounds. He was about as large as an SUV. Quite handsome but not something I would want to mess with in the field.

Then there are the hackers, the rides, the booths selling everything imaginable, the dancers, the turban tying contest and the mustache contest.

There was not enough time for all of it. We went at sunrise and sunset and during the day. It was exhausting as it was hot, dusty and a constant stream of traffic that you had to be aware of. I am including more pictures than usual as I think the pictures say more than my words.