I got lost in the market. Well, to be honest, it was more of a maze than a market. I … Continue reading Day 23: Lost in Jodhpur
The railway station stinks. Literally.
“Lia, I hate you already”
We hopped off the train for the third time, looking for 3A. Inside the train? Didn’t look very reassuring. It was a sleeper – but having no trains in Lebanon and having only been in Turkish metros, I didn’t know what to expect. I dragged my luggage (packed by Nick who preached traveling super light) through a narrow alley of Indian feet dangling on the sides.
“Lia, I really really hate you” Continue reading “Day 25: Are we there yet ? (1)”
Back in Lebanon, I tried to go camping several times. I failed. No exceptions. I have never managed to stay a night outdoors, in a tent. I have relatively good excuses; first time, it started raining at 2 AM and the tent was soaked so my friends and I hid 5 kilometers away, inside a friend’s villa. Second time (same place), my friends were in the woods, looking for anything that would keep the fire from dying. The bushes moved. An iPhone plummeted to its death. A little bit of screaming, a lot more of running to the cars, going back to the same villa. It probably was a cat by the way.
Third time was the charm though. I slept like a baby under sandy blankets and the stars of the Thar desert. Not too shabby, eh? Continue reading “Day 21: the camels, the dogs & the night in Thar”