Even a wild Taureg would have admired my derring-do, and approved of my sombre black garb.

But, as I turned the corner of a sand dune, I spotted this. A Quinquereme!

Though what it’s doing in the middle of the desert is beyond me.

Quinquereme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine,
With a cargo of ivory,
And apes and peacocks,
Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine

Fortunately someone has dug a canal of sorts to moor this magnificent ship. With a whole half sim for it to sit in.

The Sahara is an amazing space. It truly is a desert (apart from the aforementioned ancient war galley). Nothing but sand, sand and lots more sand.

Not a camel caravan in sight.

I was told there was an oasis somewhere, and date palms. A small tent prepared for guests with soft many-tasseled cushions, red gelatinous sweets, chilled orange water and a hookah.

No such luck. All I could see was sand.

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