We stopped in a garden and picked some fresh dates off the palms to sustain our journey. 
The edge of the Oasis garden. Full of Date Palms. They are best when they fall off into your hand. The sun was melting and our progress constant. Our only company was a farmer tending to his clover fields at the edge of the garden, a lizard who scurried up the dunes and a lone dog marching towards his mysterious destination.
Peter and Doug.
The views were breathtaking and we all slept well that night. Our dinner was much earned.
Peter and Doug. 
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