Ooh Sweet Child of Mine (and a small fries)

I'm on the winddown now feeling like its almost time to head home and after the madness, frustration and lunacy this place has thrown at me over the last weeks I'm actully looking forward to it. Its been half silent screaming half wonderful....sometimes too hard to tell the two apart.
I'm back in Dehli again not a fantastic place but compared to where I spent the last few weeks seems like Tommorrowland. All flashy rickshaws and brand-name shops.....I sat in McDonalds today with my McCurry Puff (not kidding) and small coke in a bubble of young Delhi-ites in jeans basking in the air-con and ambiant strains of "sweet child of mine". Amazing considering 3 days ago I was riding a camel into the desert and sleeping in the sand dunes (yes romantic in terms of stars, dessert winds, lofty camels and the flattering light of a camp fire but a little less glossy when you take into account my aching butt from camel saddle, that i was so covered in sand and sweat i looked like a native of Tantooine and i lay in front of the camp fire in a heap due to my malnourished status but all this will fade and only memory of the deep love between my trusty camel and I will endure. Fingers Crossed. Jasilmer,the fort where I stayed when I wasn't swaying across the sands, rises right out of the rock exactly like a giant sand castle. It had to be one the coolest places to stay in India. You can stay right in the walls of the fort which were riddled with highly carved houses and warren like streets run every which way. But so damm hot. The flames of hell sounded refreshing as you hid from the sun between 11 and 4 and the temp reaches up to 49 degrees. Nights were spent sleeping on the roof where I looked down over the town below straight over the rest of the town also spending the night in the open air hopeing for a breath of air. The second night stareing up at the sky I felt a gust a hot air and sat up to see a huge wall of sand moving toward the city. Everyone paniced rushing for shelter to avoid getting sandblasted by the sand storm. Its a intrusive gritty fine dust that gets into you throat and eyes in a second and took the house boys several days to sweep the whole place clean from top to bottom. Much worse if it gets into your freshly washed underwear!! WHY GOD WHY!!!!!!! I'm still getting it out of my ears (note: dust not underwear)

Anyway I'm pooped so off to bed for me.....Chapati wishes and Camel-themed dreams