After a restorative night at the Sahara Hotel (clean but expensive, breakfast to avoid). I’m leaving for Atar.

Immediately a landscape that makes you want to photograph it:

The desert and the mountains in the distance, Atar

Copper mines are not far …

 

But there is also…

 

The wind draw into the sand…

And little by little the landscape changes

 

But not the dangers. It eventually crossed

This doesn’t…

 

And then an oasis pops up

 

Well, it’s true that France has already been there …

But the horizon is sumptuous …

But the horizon is sumptuous …

I arrive at Atar.

I’m eating a chicken fries at Haziz.

I meet Abdou a guide, (or so-called …) and Bruno arrives, a French of the Africa Race!

He invites me to the bivouac (which is Atar!) He tells me in passing that Abdou is  the best guide in the region and can trust him!

And Bruno makes me meet an exceptional man: Ahmed.

He represented Mauritania abroad at international tourism fairs in Spain, Paris …

 

 

 

I attend competitors’ arrivals, by day,

 

I even comment on the arrival of bikers …

 

Of cars…

 

Then at nightfall …

 

There are some who arrive as they can …

Spectators…

Participants in truck …

On a motorcycle…

 

In the distance, Atar …

 

In the stands we are already repairing …

 

On the side of the Organization, it’s different: right in the foreground Murielle, Patrick and Christian said Choco. Left from the bottom Christine, Antoine and Christian, all of JDB Catering 8.

 

Guess what we eat: oysters! (that René Metge looks with envy …)

The proof!

Delphine has a heartbeat, she offers me a bottle of wine that René dedicates with only obligation: drink in front of the Taj Mahal!

I have interest to keep my commitment !!

 

Thank you Bruno for this beautiful evening!

I forgot: Gilles approaches me and wants to interview me. I laugh and tell him that it would be rather the opposite!

He represents 18 automobile newspapers and has been following rallies around the world for 17 years. A pro, a real one.

And like most real pros, a kindness, a humility, which leave you even more admiring.

In exchange we realize that we both lived in Cachan! He knew the former mayor who was a friend of my father !!

Nice meeting!

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