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... into the desert on sand blown roads and dodging a rogue tumbleweed, we came to the largest salt pan in any desert in the world. 360 degrees of pinky beige silence. The dusty Africa Twin looked perfectly at home in its natural habitat. After a few minutes of solace in the desert, we looked at each other and, nodding in silent acknowledgment, turned the bike around and started on the long road home (through Italy, France, Monaco and finally Spain). Our road ...
... toward El Hamma. Thin pipes carrying water were roadside, even smaller branches amongst rows of farmland. A donkey waiting while locals pulled up water from a communal well was a great scene.
At El Hamma, we headed westbound in the direction of Kibili to the southern part of a salt lake. The 'mini gas stations' along town streets are quaint. Helen of Troy is using her Kindle,
somebody forgetting to tell the blob Tunisia is outside. Any large green patches, ...
... men arrived. They were mean. They were ugly. They looked the type of people who would've tortured someone, if it meant they'd have more stable futures.
-----In an office room, they surrounded me. They looked at me in a way that said they wanted to hit me. They interrogated me, asking me questions like:
-----"Are you a policeman? Are you in the F.B.I.? Are you the C.I.A.?
-----"Do you have a phone? Why don't you have Facebook!?"
... br> -----I left him again, in the afternoon. I wanted to take a long walk in the desert.
-----On my way out of Tozeur, I passed my old camping spot. It'd be nice to have some dates for my walk in the desert, I thought to myself.
-----I laid my kashabiya on the sand and threw rocks at the dates. But, the falling fruit didn't bounce right, and only two or three landed on my robe.
-----Suddenly, I noticed a motorcycle stopped on the other side ...
We drive to Chebika in a 4x4 convoy. We're lucky that with four of us we have the vehicle to ourselves. Josh is pleased to be sitting in the front watching our driver traverse terrain which ranges from the well maintained desert roads to the twisting and winding road leading to Chebika.
We slow down now and again to take advantage of ...