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National Geographic : 1967 Nov
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not even a bush interrupts the monotony. Near Oglat Beraber, however, sand dunes crenelate the horizon. Among them an Alge rian camel troop awaits our arrival; they wish to pay us honor, and also to exhibit their skill at riding dromedaries. The first real wind of the adventure fills our gay sails as we near the rendezvous. The yachts roll at speed, each trailing its cloud of dust. Suddenly we hear wild cries, and from the dunes the proud meharistes charge in mock attack. We accept the challenge. For two hours sand yachts and camel warriors dance a veritable ballet, each group seeking to en circle the other and end the game. The machines win, but pay heavily for victory. One after another the wheel mounts of the Arguins let go on the rough terrain. The mechanics cannot repair them. We aban don the Arguins and arrange for their crews to take turns on the B. B.'s. Sand Dunes Settle in Their Old Age During the halt, the Netherlands skippers find neolithic stone artifacts at the base of a large dune in the Erg er Raoui. "Is it a myth, then," they ask, "that Sahara dunes constantly move with the winds? If they did, they would long ago have buried this site." 707
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