Ksar Ghilean, TUNISIA
Sleeping in the desert I wake to the wind - it is blowing quite strong
outside. I can see in my minds eye the pink dust sand blowing. The birds
chatter in the dark. This oasis is very alive.
The pink dunes roll away like the sea, Sun to the back, soft rising mounds of pale orange ripple away.
I stand among the dunes; this is one of the main reasons I came to see Tunisia,
a landscape so special that was once all water. The mountains near Algeria give away that clue.
They are all made of shells. But here in the south it is pink.
 
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