Behind me are miles of yawning, dry desert —the hot, non-polar sort, where the fauna is as tough as the flora. The harsh, dangerous trek across the scorching desert could’ve been deadly — coping with extreme day time temperatures soaring over a blistering hundred degrees and surviving the freezing cold of the night. Ending up in a place I didn’t know this most unforgiving terrain could have easily become my graveyard. Dying from exposure to the elements isn’t a clean death, it can be brutally elongated… Your body shuts down slowly, over the course of days or maybe hours – a painful, horrific way to die. But I survived. After marching weeks across the sands, dehydrated, only barely pulling through – I found a space called oasis.