The morning after my mammoth jungle hike, I had a big breakfast and left Journey Hostel. I was headed to the desert.
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India: Cold Sands
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I woke up in the desert, breathing in fresh morning air. I sat up in bed and looked around. The others were all a-slumber, expect for Papu, who was quietly making breakfast. He waved at me from across the dune, grinning. Continue reading
India: Burping Camels and the Desert Starlight
After the horrid horrid bus ride, we grabbed our bags and climbed down from the bus into the scrum of jostling tuk tuk hawkers. I’ve gotten pretty good at ignoring people since being here. It helps you get along; when there’s a billion people you just can’t give everybody the time of day. Continue reading
India: The Aloo Angels
Woke up hungover again despite being in a booze free town because I am scum. Had breakfast with the new gang – Ellie, Jonas and the newly-revived James, who had recovered to the point where he was now able to go an hour without erupting out of both ends. At midday we headed out on what turned out to be my favourite day in this country so far. We went on a quest to find Aloo Baba. Continue reading
Fox Hunting in the Desert
Blackness and swirling drunk dreams of conversations with people I’ve not seen or even thought about in ten years. Continue reading