Great Travelling tales

I met this guy whilst in Thailand. He was at the first meditation retreat I did, and we clicked right away. He is currently travelling through Africa the hard way, covering some of the poorest areas on earth. Check it out…

Here is a small excerpt:

After 15 hours of monotonous driving (broken by few well needed stops) we left the last city of any major size and continued for our goal Arlit, the epicentre of the Sahara.
Two hours passed and the sun slowly sank towards the horizon. In the faraway distance a storm danced over the flat landscape.
Suddenly, with great rapidity it started to move towards us. The driver drove faster and faster while the whole bus sat petrified, watching the approaching storm.
First a wave of silently whispering sand blew along the ground, not higher than a foot or two. Then, as all the windows were being hastily shut, the storm struck us.
Everything outside turned ochre, the driver slowed down and the wind started to shake the bus more and more aggressively.
The visibility sank quickly;
50 metres.
30 metres, the driver hit the brake.
10 metres.
5 metres, the bus stopped.
Then, total annihilation of sight.
The bus stood rocking like a cradle, as the wind was tearing in the windows. Every now and the then the driver would start the engine and drive a metre or two forward, not to let sand build up around the tyres. This procedure continued for an hour or more as the day turned to dusk and the tawny, ochre scenery outside, turned to darkness.
Inside the bus it was quiet. People seemed both astonished and anxious. As an extra bonus to the raging storm, a strong smell of wet goat filled the bus. The half-eaten plastic sachets of yoghurt - handed out some 13 hours ago for breakfast - made their presence clear.
Slowly the storm decreased in strength - and slowly we continued to drive.
Exhausted we finally arrived in Arlit and hurried into the closest guesthouse.

Read more here…

http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Niger/Zinder/blog-84066.html