28.
After an hour, Sameh takes us by
surprise when he once more pulls off the road, begins heading across another
seemingly forever stretch of wide open desert. The forever stretch is
interrupted by a mountain range way off in the distance and in between it, a
valley. I know these mountains to be constructed entirely of sandstone and
Swiss-cheesed with thousands of caves, some long and large, others small and
barely wide enough to fit a man should he crawl inside one of them on his
belly.
The mountain range is deceiving.
What appears to be so close you can
just about reach around and touch it, is really about fifty kilometers away.
But that fifty klicks won’t take us long to traverse with Sameh flooring it,
pushing the Land Cruiser as hard as he can without risking a boil over
