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(Originally posted on MySpace.)
Lake Chad, as many people know, is disappearing. I've seen fishermen now living over a day's walk from the lake shore. Not many people know how strange and beautiful a place it is. Let me illustrate this by telling you one of the things that touched my heart there.
My travel companion and me were crossing the former Lake Chad. This is a very varied piste of two to three days. Most of it is not very hard. When we were there, there had been some rain already, and a thin, wiry variety of grass had started to sprout, making the dunes much easier to cross. It was not very hot (35 degrees celsius at most).
We were resting, drinking luke-warm water from our jerrycan, in a field of small white lilies, that looked slender and delicate. There were a few birds to be heard, and the ever present desert wind, but not much else.
Suddenly we felt a slight trembling in the sand and the next moment we found ourselves eye to eye with two men on camels. The camels were adorned with copper bells and colorful rugs. The men were dressed in deep blue gowns and wore white turbans wrapped around their heads.
They were every bit as surprised as we were. Nothing about their appearance gave away in which age they were living. They looked exactly like people there must have looked hundreds of years ago. And they were traveling. Just like us. We admired their camels while they did the same with our bikes. There was no language that we shared, so we could not speak to them; but we greeted one another courteously. After that, we all just stared for a while and smiled.

A few moments passed; my companion asked (using gestures) wether he could take a picture. They seemed to feel it was OK. So he did.

By the time we got to see that picture (15.000 kilometers from there) it turned out to be a bit of a disappointment. The magic of the moment was not caught on film. It hardly ever is.