roughing it on safari
I know, I know… ME?? ON SAFARI??? I’ve been asking myself the same question ever since we arrived at the Chambal Safari Lodge. I am the quintessential city girl. The last time we were in India, Camille & Ixel made fun of me for traipsing through the streets of Bangalore wearing Vera Wang strappy sandals with a matching bag one day and a snazzy Gucci ensemble the next.
When we got out of our taxi yesterday, there was a four person welcoming committee ready to show us to our cottage and drag our rolling bags through the dust and mud.
I suppose I was completely prepared for our sparse lodging in the middle of BFI but I don’t think I ever really pictured exactly what that would entail. Here’s a photo Kirsten took of me sitting outside our door totally defeated by mosquitos.
This is our lesbian love shack.
Thank goodness for the mosquito net we brought. I can’t believe they’re not already built in to the rooms.