In a dark time, the eye begins to see.
—Theodore Roethke, “In a Dark Time,”
The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke
The Frenchmen’s departure left me with a strange mixture of regret, fear, and excitement. I wished I had gotten to know them better, but now they were gone T and we were truly alone. It seemed that the journey was just beginning.
Jean-Luc had given us the one thing we needed more than anything else: cold, hard cash. To preserve our precious currency, we decided to camp in open desert several miles outside of the oasis. We hitched a ride with some Swedes who were heading into the Hoggar Mountains and found a flat spot on top of a rocky hill near some dunes.
The Sahara is relatively young ...