Mr Bangali, as it turned out, was a fantastic cook. Everything from scratch.
We rested under a large tree (not so easy to find) as he made us chai, then curried vegetables with rice and REALLY great chapati’s. The sun was hot and we were not going anywhere until about 3:30pm, when the tourists were less likely to die in the desert!
Laying on a camel blanket, my head protected by a very cool turban-like scarf, I pulled out my book and relaxed. Not a tooting horn or voice to be heard. The air was fresh, fresh, fresh. I was in heaven. How long had I waited to be warm, clean and quiet? Too long!
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