Thursday, 4 December 2014
Then you hear a distant noise. Like a house fly stuck in a Coke bottle. You look around and see a teenage fossil seller, carving the dunes on a Motobecane, with a great sack of polished rocks balanced on the frame, kept in place with his sandal-shod feet. And he's wearing a sun hat.
Oh yes, you're quite the Dakar hero. G