Hell ends in Tan Tan
It is 6 am; the sun rises on the Saharan horizon. I'm curled like a slug, buried deep down in my sleeping bag. A trickle of air seeping up to
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Western Sahara Nicolás Marino 12 May 2016 africa , saharauis , sahara , tan tan , laayoune , bicycloe , cycling , adventure , west africa , desert , wind , bicycle touring
Reduced to Insignificance
The psychological effort I need to leave this service station is immeasurable. There is nothing around it in about 200 km in every direction,
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Chronicles of a Lost Battle
I pedal with my head wrapped in my turban and my eyes sheltered behind my sunglasses. The glow of the incandescent sand in the midday sun blinds me. In this Saharan
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