The last night in the sahara ended to the percussive sounds of drums and castanets under the black starry sky the palpitating rhythm seems to get inside your head and play with the imagination.........

Standing on a nearby dune she cut a lonely figure, it was the last of the three mornings at Erg Chebbi and although we were covered by blue sky I could feel the makings of a possible blow, [sand storm which can blot out daylight in an instant] in the air. Staring into the endless seas...

Detourer