Day 239: The van, the black sky and the Road ahead
February 24, 2017
Mr K 'accidentally' said it was 18km instead of 80km to the spring, so we couldn't get there in time. To punish him, we decided to drive all day and try to reach an oasis In the middle of the desert where the vultures fly, over Sandhills high.
Getting into the desert was harder than expected, as we needed a permit from the police.
50 shades of desert sand led us to Caravanserai, an ancient Silk Road resting place, where we parked the car and spinned a tripstick to decide our hiking direction. a single beam of internet reception made it's way to us and informed us that the Antwerp is as unbelievable as we always knew they were. If the stars hadn't been shining as bright as they were, we wouldn't have known which way was up. We walked through the universe until we found the softest spot in the whole wide Maranjab desert, where we put down our sleeping mats. Noses pointed at the stars we lay there in silence until a series of bright shooting stars traced their way from horizon to horizon. each with a bag full of stardust and fresh wishes we dozed off peacefully.