Sand as Far as the Eye Can See
Today I ride the second leg again. It gives you plenty of opportunity to let the landscape pass by like a film and simply enjoy it.
Amid these magnificent sand dunes we set up camp this time for two days. Time to soak in the scenery and relax.
My worry about getting bored out here in the Sahara was completely unfounded. On the contrary — time flies by.
Friday, November 19
After a cool night — our first in the Berber tent — perfect weather awaits us. Gorgeous blue sky, a light breeze and about 23 degrees. Ideal for sunbathing and photo excursions. The first camera in the group gave up this morning — sand damage!!
The red wine stain on my trousers from two days ago has vanished by now — very handy, the sand and sun out here ;-)
Coffee Break in the Sahara
To write my reports I make myself comfortable on a dune, listen to chillout music and relax. Just as my resting pulse is approaching zero, Steffi comes by and serves a cappuccino with cream — how awesome is that on day five in the middle of the Sahara???
Evening Atmosphere in the Sahara
Shortly before sunset it is time for the nightly dromedary round-up. Despite having their front legs tied together, the animals walk — or rather hop — surprisingly far from camp. Some are driven back by hunger, but the rest we have to go and collect. We then enjoy the ensuing sunset to the fullest.
From El Biben to Tuar Azul
Saturday, November 20
After loading the dromedaries we gradually leave the high sand dunes behind. Along the way we encounter a caravan of French travellers and a white dromedary — a Meheri, a Tunisian racing dromedary. These camels have the privilege of never having to carry loads and are simply very elegant.
Evening Atmosphere in the Sahara – Tuar Azul
Then we enter lower dune landscapes. In between there is also a lot of rocky terrain. In this setting we find the next campsite (Tuar Azul). Small sand dunes, plenty of rock and hardly any wood. The small bush remnants we find here burn like tinder — so we have to gather a huge amount — hard labour!
One of our dromedaries, even with reinforced leg hobbles, can barely be kept from pursuing a herd of female dromedaries nearby — in the end it practically crawls towards them...





