Let the pictures speak.
The inveiglement of a 4am sunrise, worn ruins, local murmurs, light singlets and slacks.
Cue Chopin’s Nocturne No. 20 in C Minor, interrupted by tribal rumblings.
During: Crisp enlightenment, blistering heat.
After: a weary heart, bowed head, close to tears
alexcrumb 
nice shots! the food looks very yummy. I will be going there in December, can’t wait!
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thanks so much! Ah, I think you’ll love it, aside from the blistering heat and dust. Get that camera ready (:
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