Down through the desert

Now that we’d come down from the Anti Atlas, we were looking at a thousand kilometres of very flat, very dry country between us and Senegal.  We were on the edge of the Sahara.  Only the edge, mind you – we’re not stupid enough to drive through the middle.  And how dry can it really be when you’re right next to the Atlantic?

Quite dry, as it turned out.  And quite flat, for most of it.  But that doesn’t mean there was nothing interesting to eat, of course.  If you’re in the desert, by the ocean, presumably people will be eating camel, and oysters.  Stands to reason.  The fermented sea slugs were more of a surprise …

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