Every morning Aid would bake fresh bread in the ashes of the morning fire
Our camp, getting ready for a long day
Endless stretches of sand and rock - this would become a very hard day
Finally a necessary break - for the bike only of course
Apparently all tank trucks in the desert have the same license plate
And off the beaten track we go again
Treacherous rocks with soft sand underneath
This part seemed to know no end, no end under the gleaming sun
In this soft not only could you not drive, you could barely walk
..but we wanted to give it a try; going full speed downhill, jumping over the rock ... to get exactly 10m far
a desert ship crossed our way. Gerald tried for about half an hour to establish communication with the locals
but more lay ahead
until we reach our destination - a tiny village
where food awaits us...
tea and some local jewellry
Our breakfast bread
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