On the edge of the Thar desert, sippin on opium tea
On the edge of the Thar desert sippin on opium tea It’s mid afternoon when I arrive in the Golden City, Jaisalmer. The dry, sandy breeze intensifies my hangover. I jump in a rickshaw and head to my Hostel. The fort acts like a huge roundabout, so big that it blocks the afternoon sun …
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