Travel log - 5

The eyes feel it first, this unfriendly inland heat.

They go dry and sore around the edges.

Then the nostrils feel it too.

I'm told the lips go next. That in the desert, after as little as a day of water deprivation, the lips, composed of even higher degrees of water than the rest of us, can disappear altogether.

Thank goodness for ACs.

I only start to revive in the evening. In my own small way, I know now why Bedouins and Hottentots prefer to travel in the night.

I'm amazed that Delhi actually gets any work done in the day time. I mean, sure, there's ACs in the office and all that, but how the hell do people manage to summon up the energy to get there?