Monday, 27 September 2010

Diving in the Desert

I hate the damp weather, it gets into your bones and keeps you cold till the spring.
I have always understood that Englishmans need to escape and go live in the desert. That need to experience the emptiness of the deserts, thousands of miles away from the green and lush lands of England. I am always amazed at the daredevil/heroic attitudes of those Victorian explorers, that devil-my-care attitude.
I have just re-read the book "Desert Divers" by Sven Lindqist, about people who drown in the wells of the Sahara, how do you compute that ? drowning in the desert were water is impossibly scarce, it is unbelievable.

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