Rain in the Desert

It’s raining on this parched, sun-soaked, mine-infected wasteland in this corner of north-east Libya. Here, in April, it is a pleasant daytime of low 20s celcius and cool nights. However, the Scotsmen in our crew whinge it is too cold as soon the sea winds pick up, wrapping themselves as if they were in Greenland. Me, hailing from the land of the Geordies think it is just right, so the mandatory all-season t-shirt stays on.

This is a new block, near the sea town of Tobruk, near the Egyptian border, and it is still a desert, it is still a world away from the deserts of Obari, as these pictures from my gallery shows. The first thing that struck me just how ***flat*** this area is. I thought Holland was flat until I saw this.