A slow pace and constant march crossing the desert dunes in the Sahara with our caravan of three camels and our chameliers. It was exactly how I imagined and visualized it back home. An extraordinary adventure. Twelve kilometres of walking under the scorching sun going up and down these towering sand hills. The silence, the looks and the simple smiles accompanied us until we arrived at this elevated point from which a depression extends between the dunes, a dry area, probably an ancient basin of water. In the middle a large palm grove appeared, almost like a mirage, the Oasis de La Gueila. The oasis represents life, and the possibility of finding food as well as water. Before descending we stopped to admire the sinuosity and elegance of these desert curves, the beauty of nature in its simplicity. Small, in the immensity of the desert we let ourselves go into its greatness where we carry only our shadows, a reflection of our souls.
