Hundreds of camels, there roars are heard for miles. Topped by an ancient temple on a pyrmid shaped hill, they gather in the hundreds once a year and celebrate. Brahma, yes, of course, that as well, but mainly themselves. Knowing that they are Gods most arrogant creatures. The camels, of course, not the traders. But yes, they are also beautiful. Manly, untimely dressed like they are going to war against the mighty Moghuls. I have never felt so happy anywhere in india, I go again and again, it is the essence of Rajasthan, country of the son of kings. So come see for yourself, it is the best, India has to offer you…