Woke to water dripping from the overhead racks onto my sleeping bag. Crawled out of the warmth and trudged over to the salt mine area, my feet getting heavy with thick, red mud. Mine were not the only feet that contributed to the muddy mess around and in the truck!
Drove all day through rugged mountain valley and then across rubbly desert reminiscent of the Flinders Ranges. Date palms, mud villages, dust and stones for miles, and huge fortress-like mud structures with what look like turrets and castle keeps: finally Africa is starting to look very different.
Lunched in a rocky area strewn with crystals and red coral-like stones. Listened to Strauss and then Mozart’s 21st piano concerto driving through the mountains - a perfect soundtrack for the dramatic landscape. Camped on rock-hard ground overlooking green and mud village.
Sat around a fire and shared two joints with Ton, Geoff, Jim, Ben and Vicki. Not a great effect really - very similar to deep inhalations of normal cigarettes. Ton ended up vomiting violently and the rest of us moved away, leaving Dr Vicki to clean up. Ben got some engine oil from under the truck and we had a pseudo-bonfire splashing the burning oil around.
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