Silhouettes flickered in the howling orange haze of a desert dust storm. Trotting across the road ahead, their quiffs jerking in the wind, dozens of camels sailed past in the gloom. Beneath a watery blob of a sun, these one-humped ships of the Sahara brought us to a halt. We hopped down from our 4x4, heads swathed, and knelt on the leeward side with cameras lifted - the last time they would function, as their insides were soon choked with grit. A Berber herder plodded by waving his stick...
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