TURNED OUT NICE AGAIN
THE ELDERLY SPANISH-SPEAKING couple I’m sharing the 4x4 with start to fret. I’m not in the best frame of mind either. Our local driver doesn’t seem unduly bothered though, and despite urges from my companions for him to change direction, he takes us along what to all intents and purposes is the racing line through the desert from one Dakar Rally spectator viewing point to another – while the stage is live.
Hearing the high-pitched whining of a turbo, I peer out the dusty back window of our Toyota Land Cruiser to see an off-road prototype bearing down on us at some rate of knots as dust plumes up behind it.
“Turn left!” I tell the driver, who finally acquiesces, with the top-class Dakar Rally competitor thundering past us shortly after, a little too close for comfort. Our driver then returns back to his original line, as if nothing had ever happened.
A little earlier, we witnessed Sébastien Loeb and Nasser Al-Attiyah tear through the arid landscape side by side as they duelled for the lead, and not long later we’ll see a gigantic Kamaz truck driver barely take his foot off the throttle as he threads through a 100-strong herd of camels.
It’s only just past noon on my first day at the weird, wonderful and sometimes worrying
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