Day 77 Monday Assekrem
Tall and striking, his face iron oxide framed by an indigo cheche, Cher strides to meet the four of us, his Range Rover ready at the gate of the campground, a guerba, the usual goatskin full of water, strapped to the side of this four-wheel drive.
Soon, with Cher driving fast but skilfully, we follow a desert track towards the rocky outcrops of the Hoggar. When we detour to a natural rock formation that forms a rain-filled cistern, I am surprised to see so much water, especially as Cher says that it hasn’t really rained here for a couple of years.
Driving on, mountains of barren rocks thrust