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Published: November 11th 2018
A few years ago, ok maybe it was a few decades ago, I watched the movie Sliding Doors. The premise was how one tiny decision, like being late for the train or using the stairs instead of the elevator, could have profound effects on the rest of your life effecting every moment that follows thereafter. It was a grand recipe for overthinking to say the least.
This movie and it’s premise keeps popping into my head as I try to pinpoint what really got us back to India. It seems like it all started last October when I found myself in the steppes of Mongolia training camels with a crazy bunch of new found friends. We had no idea what to expect from each other, but before the experience was over we just knew we all had to see each other again.
Fast forward to our annual trip meeting. Dad and Kyle and I threw around our usual options and considerations. Would there be SCUBA diving? Would there be camels? Are there bucket list items we haven’t checked off. Sometimes there are so many options you can’t make a choice. And sometimes you want to return where you know
adventure is around every corner.
I suggested Morocco as there is a big camel conference occurring there November 2018 and we have always had Morocco on the list. But then we heard rumblings that the friends I made in Mongolia were considering another overseas adventure.
We were leaning toward a return trip to India. The Australians decided to plan a camel adventure in India. And over the course of many other minor details, here we are. Most all of us are in India for a sort of camel centric reunion.
I can’t help but think my rather impulsive decision to go to Mongolia last year effected many of our decisions this year. It’s complicated, but try to follow me on this...we decided to go to India along with our friends which meant we were part of a Facebook group so that we could easily share our excitement and plans in the months leading up the trip.
An American woman was added to our tiny, tight knit travel group. Some of my friends have called me Nancy Drew, which is probably a very nice way to say I am nosy. Living up to my nickname, I did a little research on who would be joining us in India. I found out this woman was a Chiefs fan, a Royals fan and her family raises Angus cattle. What the hell, are we related?
After a few clever exchanges, we decided to meet up for coffee as she was going to be in KC to visit family. She brought her sister-in-law and three of us hit it off. We all got along so well, we talked her sister-in-law into signing up for the India adventure.
Fast forward a few months later and serendipitously the three of us are at Shamrock Farms at a camel training clinic being conducted by the camel professors from the Mongolia trip.
I told you this was complicated.
While we were at the camel training clinic in Kansas, there were two other ladies we met and they decided they needed a camel adventure in India and are now joining that original group. All the while this was going on, the Australian friends I met in Mongolia are putting the final details together on their camel centered trip to India.
We are all traveling through India with the assistance of a top notch travel company that accidentally entered our lives nearly a decade ago. Dad, Kyle and I were planning a trip to India to attend my bucket list item of experiencing the Pushkar Camel Fair. We had heard that getting rooms for the fair were difficult as the number of tourists and pilgrims that flock to this small rural town swells far beyond it’s occupancy. We Googled the fair and in an uncharacteristicly hasty moment we booked the first place we found that met our liking. We had no idea what we were getting, but we knew we had a place to lay our heads in Pushkar.
What we ended up getting was a travel relationship like no other. The people who make Indian Moments so fantastic have made sure that all of our travel dreams come true, but they have also become friends. Our relationship with them and our time at their Camp Bliss brought us new friendships with a couple of New Yorkers. Our paths have crossed three times now in India where we have shared countless meals and laughs.
It is hard for me to wrap my head around the concept that we are standing on Indian soil and at this very moment a group of Australian friends are in Jaipur en route to Pushkar; a group of American and Australian friends are in a small village in Rajasthan soon to be enroute in to Pushkar and we will spend a week with our New Yorker friends in Pushkar.
Was this convergence of friendships a result of that impulsive decision to go to Mongolia or the result of that hasty decision of what rooms to book in Pushkar nearly a decade ago or simply the synergy of loving camels? Who knows. What we do know is that we are feeling very lucky right now.
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