31/10/89

Skip and Chris, being true malcontents, want to leave the trip and make their own way north. Good riddance to them I say!

We dropped them off over at the Algerian border then drove back over to the Niger side. Scottie’s plan is to hitch a ride back to Arlit and type up a letter of introduction on Kumuka letterhead paper.

We left him and spent all day out in the desert resting & brewing drinks to ward off dehydration.

We returned to the border post in the late afternoon to fill up with water from the bore then drove out to some nearby sand-dunes where we set up camp.

30/9/89

The crew at the Algerian border.

DAY SIXTY-NINE We got up with the sun after a cold night and packed up.

The Niger border guards were friendly and totally corrupt so for £30 we more-or-less went straight through!

We drove across the 15 KM of sand that makes up no-man’s-land to the Algerian side and our troubles began.

The Poms¹, as we had feared, weren’t allowed through. A telex to Tamanrasset got permission for Scotty to go through as he is the driver but Snake, Craig & Ian were out of luck. We drove back to the Niger side and dropped them off to make their own way back to Kano and fly home.

Craig (left), Ian (drinking water) and Snake (in the turban) preparing to depart.

We returned to the Algerian side and sat there all afternoon only to be told that they weren’t going to let us through because Scotty didn’t have a letter of authorization to drive the truck. That was complete bullshit of course, as he has a briefcase full of papers for the truck but they were adamant.

We camped the night out in the desert and everyone tried to blame Scotty for our trouble which is pretty typical². Scotty solved the problem by getting pissed!!

¹English

²By this stage of the journey, a faction of people, led by an Australian fellow called Russ, who had been a travel agent, that were discontented with the way the trip had been organized, had begun to oppose every decision and to blame our driver, Scotty, for every mishap, even those that were outside of his control. Eventually, these people would leave the trip for an extended period, a situation that actually made the coming journey through the remainder of Algeria and into Morocco a much more pleasant experience for the rest of us.

29/10/89

DAY SIXTY-EIGHT We left the camp at 7:30 and drove into town to retrieve our passports then drove out to the Hydroponics Garden about 4 miles from town where fresh veggies are grown for the French staff at the Arlit uranium plant. The garden is an oasis in the middle of nothingness with healthy rows of corn growing in border-dyked plots and all manner of vegetables growing in air-cooled hothouses. We bought some leeks and marrows then bade civilization goodbye and drove into the desert.

Baking heat and scorching glare accompanied us all day as we bounced across the flat, endless expanse of nothing. Totally devoid of life, the desert is completely awesome. The heat rolls in shimmering waves across the bare sand and silver mirages shimmer and ebb in the ever-changing air currents.

There was no road as such, just tracks left by other vehicles and concrete-filled drums every 1 kilometre to show the way.

We reached the border station in late afternoon, too late to go through so we camped out in the desert. Linda has a cold now & she went to bed early. We slept on the ground some distance from the truck with a trillion brightly-shining stars above us and the cold desert air all around us.

28/10/89

DAY SIXTY-SEVEN We had an early start and headed up the tar-seal road towards Arlit. The road was very well made to carry the uranium which is mined at Arlit.

We left the last traces of vegetation behind on the three-hour drive to Arlit and when we got there the police took our passports and told us we couldn’t leave till the next day. This is the usual procedure & ensures that people have a full day in which to travel up to the [Niger-Algeria] border.

So, we booked into a camping ground outside of town on a flat, featureless plain and once again we were pestered by salesmen, Touregs¹ this time, peddling junk. I bought a Toureg sword for 100 FF & Linda bought some bracelets for presents.

The Tuareg sword and scabbard I bought that day in the Sahara.

In the evening, a local killed & cooked a goat for us which we ate with spuds and mint sauce.

We slept the night in the sand around the truck

¹Another of the local Saharan tribes

27/10/89

DAY SIXTY-SIX Everyone went their separate ways for the day. Linda and I had a bowl of lovely yummy ice-cream at the local ice-cream parlour across the road then went for a walk to see the market. We were pestered by Filani salesmen to “come and see my shop” but ignored them.

Jewellery shopping in Agadez.

I bought a turban of black, silken material for the desert & then we went to the silversmith’s workshop where Linda bought a pair of silver earrings.¹

I was getting buggered by this stage se we went back to the hotel & spent the rest of the day sleeping in the shade. We spent the night on the roof again.

Hard bargaining in Agadez.

¹ Linda also bought a silver bracelet which, in later years, she gave to me. I still wear it to this day.

The bracelet (centre) that Linda bought in Agadez that day.


26/10/89

DAY SIXTY-FIVE Agadez is built entirely of mud and stands at a crossroads on the edge of the desert. We reached it in the middle of a hot and windy afternoon. It had been a very long and hot drive from our night campsite, on a well-made road which passed through the last of the Sahel country and out into the desert.

We booked into the Hotel de l’Air and were assigned the roof to sleep on.

A very tall Fulani¹ man came and offered us a goat for tea & I went with him on the back of his motorcycle to see it. It was scrawny but eatable so that night we dined on oven-cooked goat.

The night was spent on the roof was very comfortable and wonderfully cool.

¹The local tribe are called the Fulani

25/10/89

DAY SIXTY-FOUR We left early and were at the town of Zinder by 10:00. We bought food in the market & had cold drinks then carried on.

Nice ass!

The country rapidly turned from scrub to stony desert as we headed north.

The highlight of the day was at mid-afternoon when we stopped for water at a well. They were using camels to hoist water out of the 120 foot deep well and there was a hive of activity going on around it as local tribesmen fetched water.

We carried on and stopped in the late afternoon to set up camp. Linda and I slept on the truck.

The scene at the Zinder well.