Cold chattering bodies round the fire at breakfast time. Truck obviously the best and warmest place to be last night.
Glimpses of sunshine on the horizon had us hoping the weather will improve. Army trucks on manoeuvres on the horizon too.
Finally packed up and drove on, soon into sunshine, but still bitterly cold. I stayed in the truck writing a letter when we stopped for shopping. Stopped again for lunch among sand dunes - marginally warmer but didn't get my jacket off.
Ninety-kilometre driver to the town of Ghardaia where Kelvin sold some whiskey and tried to change money on the black market for us.
Booked into a hotel on the hill overlooking the city. Washed and showered before heading off to eat. Four of us went ahead to Restaurant des Voyageurs. The others didn't enjoy their cold chips and chicken but my beans were hot and the soup delicious.
Raided the few pastry shops still open walking back through the town's quiet and dark back alleys. Back to the hotel to try to score a beer for Geoff but no beer or wine unless with a meal. So we grabbed some wine off the truck and partied in Bob and Geoff’s room with a single communal glass.
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