Ampara at the foot of the cliff Lunch is in the form of a platter of spaghetti: tomato and onion and the usual tough meat. Afterwards, we lounge on mattresses, picking soft sweet tree-ripened dates from a bowl and sipping beautiful cold clear clean water taken straight from a bucket placed beneath the cliff’s overhang [...]
Around three p.m., after the full ferocity of the sun had eased, I stroll to the village for a look around. The Land Rover is there, but there is no other sign of life. Some kids gather around me, especially a little girl who wants many lifts up, and more swing-arounds. The Land Rover is [...]
By chance, I spot lying in the sand a pinless hairclip with a pair of red glass jewels and when later a small child is being shoved around by a group requesting cadeaux, she gets the item as a reward for not pestering me and a message to the pests. She is happy, but not [...]
Minefields, freight trains, moonlit truck rides and Mauritanian tea were some of the rich ingredients in Rachel Napoli’s Sahara crossing. 
Ampara at the foot of the cliff Lunch is in the form of a platter of spaghetti: tomato and onion and the usual tough meat. Afterwards, we lounge on mattresses, picking soft sweet tree-ripened dates from a bowl and sipping beautiful cold clear clean water taken straight from a bucket placed beneath the cliff’s overhang [...] 
Greenery in the heart of the Mauritanian desert. 
Around three p.m., after the full ferocity of the sun had eased, I stroll to the village for a look around. The Land Rover is there, but there is no other sign of life. Some kids gather around me, especially a little girl who wants many lifts up, and more swing-arounds. The Land Rover is [...] 