Earning My Stripes In The Sahara Desert

Our 4×4 jeep was trouncing over hardpan sand at the edges of the Sahara Desert when I noticed an ominous black cloud rising behind the low hills over my left shoulder. “I think there’s a sandstorm on the way,” I said to the driver. “Is nothing,” he tossed back casually.

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