It was late afternoon in the Thar Desert as we chased …
Jack Tame: No longer taken in by sweet lies It was late afternoon in the Thar Desert as we chased the sun west to Pakistan. It was hot. God, was it hot. At every step, my camel’s feet sank in the sand, and even though I had a hat that would have outdone Indiana Jones‘ (it was cut from the hide of one of my mount’s deceased peers), it was all I could do to keep from passing out and falling from his back. With a backpacking Dutch steel…
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