‘God’s stoneware stacked in his dish drainer,’ grinned Jean-Luc. An hour later, the old Citroën sledded down off the Massif de L’Aurès into Biskra, and onto the bitumen road that follows the ancient camel route, snaking through the sand dunes. Touggourt lay shimmering to the south, waiting for us, while the snow-capped mountains melted away in the rear view mirror. East and west of the bitumen, the Sahara stretched away like an ocean.
Arris, Massif de L’Aurès, Algeria
Just up the road from:
And further South: