I think I’ve got the shot!
Okay, maybe I didn’t use 78 mm film and a telephoto lens, but it’ll do for a Sahara morning memory.
Leaving camp we said goodbye to Bashir who clasped my shoulder and said, “Bslama, Ali Baba!”
We barreled over the desert flats.
Stopped at a cozy oases.
Three hours later we hit a paved road and took a break in a mountain foothill town for skewered chicken and fries. A long line of French tourists waiting to use the toilet held us up for awhile, but soon we were back on the road.
Scattering sheep.
And reaching our hotel in Tafroute by dinner.
