Not even the most vivid recollection could mask the smell, the stillness, the power of the Sahara desert which stretched around me like orange waves in every direction.
One Night in the Sahara
TEN EURO FLOPPY HAT: A SAGA
I The morning is still. The sun still shrouded by the surrounding mountains. I venture out, unaware of what's to come. How could Juliet have anticipated Romeo's sweet handshake? The streets are small and winding, the shade of their walls presses against me like a hug. Their open doors beckon me with warm welcome… enticing... Continue Reading →
Travel Like Bird 