As the dying rays of the sun bathe the fine red sand of the huge windblown dunes of Erg Chebbi behind the little town of Merzouga on the edge of the Sahara, the camel rider and his charges are silhouetted on the skyline. Listening to the call to prayer echoing out from the nearby mosque minaret he is surely doing exactly what his ancestors have done every day for the past hundreds of years.
Total tranquility and a real magic carpet ride to a distant land.
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