On the trail to Timbuktu

Leaving the tarmac road at Douenza, we headed into the desert on a sandy track

The wind started to blow, covering everything in a misty yellow dust

I thought I was seeing things when these mountains appeared out of the gloom

Short and square buildings of the occasional village, blending into the scenery

Onwards, ever onwards into the dust

All of us wore the same headgear as our driver, in an attempt to filter out the dust.

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