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I untangle myself from my sleeping bag and look around. About three minutes later we are good and bogged.) As I pack up my sleeping bag, a man and a small dog approach. (Above: more suitable desert vehicles.) (Below: Ali’s place.) We arrive in Ali’s camp mid afternoon. To the south and west, massive hills of sand rise and fall toward the horizon. “Come, come inside.” We seat ourselves on rugs at a low table and Ali and Mohammed prepare sweet mint tea.