Sat. 12/13/03

Sitting on the edge of a sand dune, I’m less than 50 miles from the end of India, and getting closer every second to my end of India. It’s kind of like the beach here, only there’s no water and a lot more sand. My solitude is broken by sounds of various herded animals somewhere not too far, and by this fly who seems to find me more interesting than the sand. The heat of the day is getting breezed away as the sun settles into horizontal dust. I’ll go back to the little village of Khuni, dine, and grab my sleeping bag and lots of blankets. I’m getting a mattress too, and a guide to take me somewhere good. There I will dream away all that’s left of tonight’s dark half-turn.

Sun. 12/14/03

A starry sky, a waning moon, and methloquin dreams later, the Earth has half turned its way halfway to night again. I set out today with 6 half-turns, or so, of time and 1 half-turn, or so, of travel ahead of me. Westward may march the progress, but eastward march I. East east east, and some north too. First back to Jaisalmer, the picturesque walled city in an old silk-route fort, magic with desert sun and history despite extreme tourist infection. Next 20+ hours by train to Delhi. One night and maybe a tour-bus or two later, it’s to the planestation, and away. Bangkok, then Tokyo, SFO and a BART train.