to Bordj el Khadra
... I get that are not yet six , to enjoy the sunrise;
a coffee, a walk to the tower - the always wonderful view overlooking the Ghilane from up here - shortly after leaving for El Borma.
go down to the side of the pipeline, the track runs out fast, no hitches, we are at noon
El Borma.
the only place to supply is closed, we put ourselves in a row and we accept the early afternoon. I take this opportunity for a snack, exchange words with the French, and while waiting in the line of off-road increases.
around between the cars, agguerritissime - where they end the dreams of others, we shift up and go forward - is written on the side of a Toyota, and all around plates sand, winches, suspension from paris-dakar, prepared that ... experience or imagination.
finally open, we fill a wish of " bonne route", a handshake, and then down to the tank - a concrete cube in the desert, hot and slightly sulphurous;
begin to undress before you switch off the engines.
just outside the camp for the night after dinner all go almost to sleep, I sleep, I look at Matt, who is also zero sleep, after a moment to soak us again, and, aided by a bottle of brandy at night are still there looking at the stars ... and we seem to see a few more.
today all morning in the dunes, always to the south, the engines of Toyota and our hearts cry on the climbs flutter along the steep slopes until, in the early afternoon, we arrive.
Bordj el Khadra, the last outpost on the border with Libya and Algeria - a few houses, a cafe du desert (all so called), a mosque, a garrison, a few off-road
just go up there.
four steps I walk, there is nothing, the few places you do not break down in any way, beyond a little boy - a photograph, a few words in my broken French, I give him a hat, he gives me a bit of flint arrow.
we leave, we stop not far to gather roses in the desert and then, nearby, set up the field - Mohamed prepares the pain de sable , the night is beautiful.
... I get that are not yet six , to enjoy the sunrise;
a coffee, a walk to the tower - the always wonderful view overlooking the Ghilane from up here - shortly after leaving for El Borma.
go down to the side of the pipeline, the track runs out fast, no hitches, we are at noon
El Borma.
the only place to supply is closed, we put ourselves in a row and we accept the early afternoon. I take this opportunity for a snack, exchange words with the French, and while waiting in the line of off-road increases.
around between the cars, agguerritissime - where they end the dreams of others, we shift up and go forward - is written on the side of a Toyota, and all around plates sand, winches, suspension from paris-dakar, prepared that ... experience or imagination.
finally open, we fill a wish of " bonne route", a handshake, and then down to the tank - a concrete cube in the desert, hot and slightly sulphurous;
begin to undress before you switch off the engines.
just outside the camp for the night after dinner all go almost to sleep, I sleep, I look at Matt, who is also zero sleep, after a moment to soak us again, and, aided by a bottle of brandy at night are still there looking at the stars ... and we seem to see a few more.
today all morning in the dunes, always to the south, the engines of Toyota and our hearts cry on the climbs flutter along the steep slopes until, in the early afternoon, we arrive.
Bordj el Khadra, the last outpost on the border with Libya and Algeria - a few houses, a cafe du desert (all so called), a mosque, a garrison, a few off-road
just go up there.
four steps I walk, there is nothing, the few places you do not break down in any way, beyond a little boy - a photograph, a few words in my broken French, I give him a hat, he gives me a bit of flint arrow.
we leave, we stop not far to gather roses in the desert and then, nearby, set up the field - Mohamed prepares the pain de sable , the night is beautiful.
