I came back from Grand Desert after spending four days in Timimoun with Michelle, my colleague (Go see the drama of a few days to understand this reference to the seemingly sexist, but is in fact strangely sexy). For a Canadian, it was quite exotic and I have hundreds of photos and videos, stories and endless sand in all my possessions (and I include my orifices corporals among my possessions although it seems questionable Samia).
Unfortunately, I suffer the same failure that hangs over our internet beautiful country. So eventually I'll come back with stories of Bashir, irrigation of the Sahara, Nefat effects of sand on a camera and operation surprisingly mobile in an empty desert (Algeria Telecom is able to let me talk with my fiancee from dunes lost, but I am not able to upload five photos even if I pay for a broadband connection. Bravo. Really) .
