One of the many things that makes the desert such a mind-bending landscape is the absence of roads. Or the apparent absence.
As our 4X4 was eating away the dunes, I was wondering by what miracle our driver was finding its way (I usually walk out in the wrong direction when I exit a store, so navigating the desert seemed way out of my league).
There are paths though, or at least traces of them.
More surprisingly, some unassuming corners -to the untrained eye- bear the marks of rather intense traffic. The word is actually quite appropriate, the proximity with the Lybian border being the raison d’être of these off-the-books commercial roads which only come alive at night.