Journal entry #16.48-A

After hours of slow dusty mirages we pass an old man on his sad donkey somewhere beyond Foum-Assaka at what seems to the the edge of the earth. We decided to stop, soak it in and camp for the night. It was definitely the farthest I’d ever been from home. We roasted peanuts, made a killer veggie tagine and passed out early in preparation for the potential of pumping surf.