Nouakchott to Atar - 2007
Amid a blistering Saharan summer, I traveled across the Adrar Plateau of northern Mauritania.
The only transportation was hitching, or a shared taxi that squeezed in 6 or 7 passengers into an aging Mercedes Benz.
I shot most of these images from the moving taxi (out the front window once I’d cleaned the dust from the windscreen with water and tissue).
Occasionally, we stopped at a desert road settlement.
Sometimes at police checkpoints, where they demanded my passport.
My destination in Adrar was the regional capital of Atar.
It was a long, hot, dusty journey; baking by 8 AM (in the late-40 celsius).
One male passenger droned on the entire 6 hours—to the others in Arabic.
Amid this endless rant, all I could make out were the words: Hamas, Israel, America, Iran, Hezbollah, Al Qaeda, Iraq, Salman Rushdie.
This desert journey was just part of my goal – which was further north, traveling to the isolated, ancient town of Chinguetti.
The 7th holiest place in Islam.
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