I am a native in this world And think in it as a native thinks

Monday, April 20, 2015

In which I'm grateful not to be Marco Polo


After tea, I wanted to stretch my legs so I strolled across the road and into the desert. Although it was late in the afternoon, the sun was blinding and it was boiling hot. I didn't go very far before being very grateful that the remainder of my own journey would take place inside an air-conditioned van.

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