Humping Around Outside Jaisalmer

The current temperature is 107 F, but according to my weather app, it feels like 119 degrees.  Yikes. Luckily, we are staying out of the mid-day heat by hunkering down in our unusually chic palace fort hotel.
Last night we went paddle boating and Ilana insisted on the swan boat.  Above the lake, giant fruit bats swooped down out of a tree. Cool stuff.
We spent so many days in Varanasi, that it felt like we knew everyone. I was offered ganja, hashish, opium and chemicals. Each time I responded with something different. One time I offered to sell the guy marijuana from Seattle. Another time I told him that I preferred chocolate pancakes.
One of the challenging things about India is that the hawkers don't take no for an answer. Want a boat sir? No. Next guy. Want a boat, sir? No. Next guy. Want a boat sir? This went on and on, as if on the first five times that I said no I was really just waiting for the right guy to ask me.
My favorite thing from the last town was all the rituals surrounding the body after death. Here in Jaisalmer, it's all about the king, his palace, all the beautiful stonework, and of course the desert.
Within 1 minute of getting out of the air conditioned car, they had me up on my camel. The detailed instructions for our adventure were, "jump on".We rode about 40 minutes through desert scrub toward the sand dunes on the horizon. It was 4:30, about 100 degrees, and my camel liked to run.
The dunes were gorgeous, though they didn't extend very far. We shot pictures of each other while trying to not fall off our mounts. Our camel herders were an 18 year old for Ilana's camel and a 12 year old with a love of iPhones for me. Once I gave him my iPhone to snap photos, I couldn't seem to get it back. He took 74 selfies with himself and my camel in the background.
We watched the sunset from the dunes then rode over to the "camp" for music, dancing and dinner. The castanets player was amazing, but the show went on for far too long. We watched a contortionist and another girl dance on a plate, then dance on a plate, then bend over with pots on her head to pick up bills.  All very odd.
Dinner was finally served at about 10 o'clock, but it was too late for me and Ilana to be eating spicy Indian food.