Day: January 24, 2004

The landscape is magic and the sun is shining again.A light breeze rises which cools down the atmosphere.We leave our camping improvised in this beautiful village in ruin.After 5 kilometers, we find a track with old asphalt, stones and sand which solicits Serge’s ankle.Thisevening it is painful.The dunes are beautiful, we are at the doors of the white desert.