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I write this from the shores of Lake Te Anau, on the saturated fringes of Fiordland National Park. Here in the midst of lush forests and craggy fiords, I find myself missing the desert. Dunes, the endless expanse of featureless scrub-lands, baggage trains of camels… and I miss that crumbling fort at the edge of the desert — the place where I would sit on the roof of a coffee shop atop the walls of Jaisalmer and watch the burning orb of the sun plunge past the line of the horizon…
This creed of the desert seemed inexpressible in words, and indeed in thought.” – T. E. Lawrence
We emerge from the dusty expanse of the desert, the pervasive sand embedded in our scalps and gritting in our teeth. The camel safari in the Thar Desert had been a singular experience, but, at the moment, I want nothing more than a shower and some kala chana. I make my way back to the Golden Marigold Hotel, and rinse the desert from my pores.