The bus comes to a screeching halt, people hurry down the narrow passage with their belongings, bumping with no remorse. I, with my backpack.
In the blink of an eye, hoards of men circle those who emit the faintest sign of a tourist. Trying to sell the "last available room" in premium hotels, and exotic camel safaris, for a commission of course.
A few polite "no, thank you"s later, I walk towards a cafe to stretch, sit and have a sip of the miracle beverage that's been fueling me - Masala Tea.
With the winter-afternoon sun glaring down on you, A sip of the piping hot tea and this view of the magnificent Jaisalmer Fort brings a sense of tranquility.
