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Sand bath

Your’re right – I’ve been silent for too long ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s just that we get lazy between trips..

We spent two great days, hard to describe everything but three moments will always stay in our memory.

Day 1. Following an old Paris-Dakar pist on an endless and stony hamada we get to a dry wadi. There’s a soft sand patch to cross to the other side. To be honest… better than the awful water in Foum Zguid ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚
We stop and walk to see pre-Islamic tombs. It is nice and pleasant, and there are old acacia trees. They are incredible, twisted and shaped by the wind they are still there after years of hard life. They offer rest to birds, butterflies and any other animal looking for a bit of shade. And we meet two camels, mother and “pup” (approximately one year old). They are free, no marks, no ear-clip, nothing… They must have got lost before being marked and live in their natural habitat. With patience and wispering, our guide approaches the female and fondles her nose. We have seen camels in the desert before but these, all alone on such a backdrop, really impress me.
We keep going and finally stop for the camp. A few hours of deserved rest.

Day 2. We go for a large detour and find ourselves on the southern edge of yesterday’s wadi. We’ve got to cross. Dad reviews sand procedures. We’ve already tested my ability in solo-driving on sand: first low gear, diff-lock on, clutch gently released and I start going without speeding up on fresh tracks. I keep moving, time for my crew to get off and make me lighter. Dad walks on my side and occasionally steers from the window (just to make me feel safe). I do the rest. There’s a bit of going up. I can’t make it. Stop. Have to reverse and find another way. We’ve got to try the sandy patch of yesterday. We stop before it and check the sand, those tracks that are like a railroad. Once in, I will have to follow them until the end. Inhale… one, two, three… diff-lock… I speed up and start running on the railroad. More soft sand, I slow down, can’t go on. Stop again ๐Ÿ™ Dad goes on first low gear, tries again but it’s too soft…
To cut it short: I had a sand bath ๐Ÿ™
My gentlemen wisely decide to take a break and have lunch under one of those beautiful and friendly acacia trees, resting before digging me out ๐Ÿ™‚ After lunch we ponder the situation. They lift me one wheel at a time, deflate my tires… I’m standing again! We give it another try but we can’t proceed. Finally we ask our guide for help and he manages it ๐Ÿ™‚ We can’t help an Al-แธฅamdu lillฤh whisper (Thanks God Thanks)! Lesson learnt, lots of new skills and – most important – we got out of the sand! ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ll never forget his eyes. An old shepherd, his skin burned by the sun, his Salaam-Alaikum greeting (“May the Peace be on You”). His wrinkles seen only when he unfolds the turban. He asks for water, and water he is given. His eyes shining – he can’t believe it: Not only two Europeans (and a dog), on a Land Rover, give him water at 2:30 pm in the middle of the desert… The water is cold! You can see a light in his eyes, he can’t tell but you can swear it is intense, nearly mystic. I just can imagine he gets back to the camp, tells his friends and they can’t believe it – and the water is now warm again ๐Ÿ™‚
This is the best moment of the day for all of us. Maybe of the year! Such a grateful look, such an inner peace in giving water… These are the things that make me want to stay here (in the desert) ever more….

 

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Hello! My name is Pat!!!

I was born in Solihull, UK onย  November 12th 1999 – it took a while before I started crawling all over the German countryside (February 2000). In 2011 circumstances brought me in the Netherlands, a rather boring country for me – I am a Land Rover! I was born for a more diversified terrain! But wait… over there I finally met my new family (I LOVE THEM).

Things slowly went changing, they are taking good care of me and started to give me a unique shape. No more water leaking (well, ok… not always ๐Ÿ˜› ) and gently but firmly they decided it was time to put my wheels on the desert sand and rocks. After a long preparation in April I moved my first step in Africa – LOVE IT!!!

Morocco was a great experience – no rain finally, hills, bends, mountains and passes, hamadas and reg, dunes, sand, an incredible experience north to south, east to west. I was happy there, but after a short while they had to bring me back in the rainy Netherlands…

But hey!!! …Thatยดs not the end … more interesting news came up… we are moving…crossing Germany, Switzerland to Italy… oh dear… you canยดt even imagine, again a nice place, warmer – yet too raining for my taste mmmhhhhh – it was supposed to be summer wasn’t it ?? … well I understood this is only a temporary staying… they want me to be back soon in the middle of a dusty road, with sand, dunes, rocks… we are going back to Africa!!!

We’ll leave soon, bits of preparation have been done and we are finally ready. A big ferry is waiting for us in Genoa but I must admit I would prefer to be on the upper deck with my family – donยดt really like a smelly garage in the belly of a ship … I want to feel the sea, watch around, listen to other people’s and cars’ story and tell them about mine!

Guess what… ? I can’t stay on the upper deck – fine (FINE???!!!). But I can keep you updated on our slow tour, in this new life experience and adventure.

“As slow as possible, as fast as necessary” off road and in life ๐Ÿ™‚

 

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