sand à la mode.

first off, i would like to clarify that i was NOT bit by a begger. in fact i was burnt by a motorcycle exhaust pipe. because i am the smartest person in the world, i went swimming in the ocean, hoping that the mystic waters of india may heal it. so in turn it got brutally infected and cost me 2 weeks limping and poppin' pills like an addict. but hey, limping does get you better rickshaw prices. sorry mr. rickshaw man, this thing kills, so i'm going to milk it for all it's worth.
so i apologize for those who read my little 'story' and got confused. although in my defense, i do seem to think that my writing would convey a sarcastic narrator-esque vibe.
so, i forgive you.

in other news, near the border of pakistan sits a city called jaisalmer. there i lay under the most stars i have ever seen at once in the sand dunes of the indian desert.

water time.


high noon.


dunes.


i heart you camel.


i do not know my next destination quite yet. but i do know that assam is in the works. look it up. or not. it's cool.

xo.
vb.