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.
By Karolyne Ellacott, AFAR Local Expert
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