Welcome to the Trans-Saharan Express
We are in Northern Morocco, at the gate of the Sahara. Dromedaries carry our water, food and tents, for four days. We departed three hours ago, and just crossed the river Draa — our dromedaries' last water supply before they return. The reg — a desert covered by angular rock fragments — stretches away in front of us. The landscape is mineral and lunar. The heat and the walk are exhausting; the sounds of your steps and the caravan moving next to you, hypnotic.