We pulled up at the Krishna Desert Camp on the outskirts of Khuri village in the early afternoon. I loved the place at first sight. It was a very small desert hotel with four individual traditional huts. We were the only guests to stay here this night.
The place was spotlessly clean. The huts were very cool inside, as good as air conditioning.
We were offered chai — sweet Indian tea with milk — while we waited for lunch. As I sipped my chai in the stillness of the desert village afternoon, I contemplated all I had seen and done since my arrival. This was only day eight of my vacation, and I had so many visions of Rajasthan swirling around in my head already. And there was much more to come.