My dad loves the desert. He taught me to love it too. And he particularly loves desert-meets-sea love scenes. I thought of him for days, as I was travelling from Dakhla, in the Moroccan-occupied Western Sahara, to Mauritania’s capital city, Nouakchott: he would have greatly enjoyed admiring the diversity of these arid lands as they come near to the Ocean. Sand dunes, green bushes, red soils, flaming sunsets, nomadic tents, wild camels, a ships cemetery and even an Al Qaeda-hit road.
That was in December 3-5, 2010.
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