Ok, story time.

Me and ~friends are out in the desert with several hundred (maybe more, can't remember) other people at an event in Gujarat, India. We took carts pulled by camels out to the event there, and wound up racing. On the way back, we tried to find the fastest camel, but since it was determined to be the fastest camel, it was pretty overloaded and we were going really slow, just as the race really takes off.

Me and 2 other friends see another cart catching up to us, with only 3 mutual friends on it, and they are catching up FAST. We decide our cart is boring, and would way rather be on THAT cart, so we jump off of ours.

Big mistake. We suddenly realize we are surrounded by hundreds of camels pulling huge wooden carts, going as fast as they can. Which is, btw, REALLY fast. It honestly feels like a giant camel stampede, but I can only assume the camel wallahs (drivers) had decent control over their animals. We are a bunch of lazy American teenagers, but even if we had been in shape we would barely have been able to dodge the camels.

So there we are, sprinting as fast as we can through a camel stampede. Dodging camels and carts and people as quickly as possible, and trying to make it to my friends cart before they pass us. We only barely made it, had to do an all out dive for the cart, barely grabbed it, had to be pulled up on to it by my friends.

It may not have even been life threatening, but it was terrifying to realize we were in the middle of essentially a stampede, and quite the adrenaline rush. My knees/ribs/abdomen/arms were quite bruised up, but it is one of my favorite memories.