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Leaving the tarmac road at Douenza, we headed into the desert on a sandy track |
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The wind started to blow, covering everything in a misty yellow dust |
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I thought I was seeing things when these mountains appeared out of the gloom |
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Short and square buildings of the occasional village, blending into the scenery |
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Onwards, ever onwards into the dust |
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All of us were wearing the same headgear as our driver, in an attempt to filter out the dust. |
