I'm in the tiny desert town of Osian waiting for our jeep to pick us up and take us to our safari camp. I'm feeling dusty and dirty and gross and fairly ready to be home, if I'm being honest. I've loved India, and I've seen the sights of a lifetime and things that are almost unbearably lovely, but the constant grime is starting to really get to me. I haven't sat anywhere that didn't feel at least fairly dirty in almost three weeks, and I've hit my wall.
I'm really excited for the ride out into the dunes tonight, I'm hoping I can see desert stars.