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itineres

streets ... !!??!! where we go we do not need roads!

with this sentence taken from the cult film "Back to the Future" opens the site, though meager, and certainly in the process of construction, ITINERES;
intrigued I went back and discovered a group of members and supporters of the Cross Country Club Trieste, along with an innate passion for engines and off-road, eat a deep passion for travel.

always looking for traveling companions, I started attending, and with them returned to Tunisia, we spent hours on the maps to look at new routes, we talked about Morocco, Algeria, Mali, the countries that I know, but also Libya, Romania, the Balkans ... many other places that I visit.
immediately fascinated me the way they "different" to travel, so similar to mine, a couple of friends, sometimes only my partner, sometimes even a larger group, but
always favoring the trip, outside the box, free to know and see, without time constraints, no pre-defined goals.

or visit faraway places, inaccessible terrain in three or four weeks, but wonderful to run with a rental car or by public transport or taxi-brousse ... in , fully immersed in the country, in its colors, in odors.

the years pass, maybe I'm getting a little 'old for this kind of travel ... I do not think, not again!

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Sahara, the first impact

November 1986, the 737 wheels touch the burning asphalt of Tamanrasset airport.
us unload the luggage in the middle of the track, I drag my bag inside the terminal, so I did not think there was an airport,
did not know it yet, but in the years I've seen worse.

before, only people inside, an amazing crowd, and at the bottom of the exit - look, we're all here, there are only four, we give a hand to Clara and head towards the only exit.
come to the door, out of nowhere, only the desert ... that's why they call it;
we look into the eyes, no one speaks, the thought of everyone is the same: we came here to climb, but we can only count on ourselves: American Express, travelers checks, totally useless, you have to make do;
with a few francs in his pocket and lots of imagination, shoulder bag,

start to follow the only road to Tam.

not know how but we got there,
until you see it is difficult to imagine ...
nibbling a baguette wander through the narrow streets, Clara speaks a little 'in French, we ask, we can find an old Land Rover and is willing to Fudil lead us to climb for the next ten days.
we agree on the price - pretty much everything we have, so to stay in the desert and it costs nothing to eat ... will think about later.

Fudil, it's been more than twenty years and still feel in his mouth the taste of her thé à la menthe ,
see him with few tools to disassemble and repair the pump clutch land that is cassé ,
see it while you prepare the couscous avec la viande de gazelles - we were hungry, we ate anything, and as he prepares
the pain de sable, baked bread in the sand;
remember her view, the envy of our binoculars, his senses always alert,
remember the nights around the campfire, watching the stars and said:
Le Maroc à la gauche, tout the niger droite, the egypt là-bas
looked surprised and then 953 of our Michelin North Africa, we are here
I said, and would not believe!
I remember it very quiet and safe driving, - I think it was the only time, and I've made trips to Africa, where I found myself to push the car or dig!

ten days have passed in a hurry, we're back to
Tam,
invites us to drink a chai last , à la maison ,
tomorrow we have the plane, offered to accompany us, this time until those four kilometers' we make them in airport land rover,
Shukran, ou revoir, à la prochain - I say
inchallah - answer me, just a few years later I understood the meaning.

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sickness africa

... if there is no sickness or motion sickness america asia there must be a reason.
I started to wander around africa in the first half of the 80
Kenya, Kilimanjaro, climbing in the Hoggar in Tesnou in Tefedest
the Main de Fatima , the gorges of Todra, the Toubkal .. .
and, little by little, Africa, with its people, its colors, its smells - the Sahel, the desert I have entered the blood,
and since then, also because of the invalidity of the last few years, has been a continuous return, turn, revisit
find a world that is always equal and different at the same time, capable of feeling unique and always new, not
're not even gone home already and new projects, new goals, new dreams

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