Day 20, 102 words

Desert Camp to Abu Dolooa, 148 km

A particular sort of forest emerges today. The desert hills soften and in their place sprout trees. Not so many as to slow the wind, but enough to blur the horizon. To remind us that this journey has many faces.

The buses continue to be a hazard, so we do our best to manage our fear.

The camels are ubiquitous. Crossing the highway as a train. Their gigantic eyelashes flicker as they focus their gaze in our direction.

In Abu Dolooa, we sip Pepsi in the shade. Waiting for the sun or the wind to ease the burden of pitching our tent.

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