They are all tour vehicles, designed to take people out to the Erg Chebbi, the giant sand dune a few miles out of town. We are pestered by a local man, who offers to guide us in town, and even asks if Sam wants to sell his Land Rover. I dont think he was joking.
We find a cybercafe and log in and check emails. Again, I have trouble finding the right characters on the Arabic keyboard.
Back at the campsite, we put up Sam's army ponchos using Mike's spare tent poles to make a shelter, and sit in the shade and read while our laundry dries in the hot sun. It's a relaxing day.
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