If there's one thing about India that's impossible to ignore, it's the never-ending cacophony, the eternal bombardment of noise. Veering cars; the whoosh of paan hitting the ground; ancient trucks brimming with produce and people; cows casually milling about; whirring rickshaws; women whispering with eyes flicked low; children playing with swarms of dogs; macaques yammering amongst themselves, plotting their next stealth attack. Escape seems out of the question. But, once you're sat atop a camel, turban firmly in place, and a pair of mustached guides lead the way into the expanse of sand, all the sounds melt away and you're left with silence. And it's perfect.