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We’re stuck again, buried up <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> axles in fine Sahara sand in<br />
<strong>the</strong> middle of a minefield. Our convoy of vehicles, 23 in all, has<br />
been abandoned by our Moroccan military escorts at <strong>the</strong><br />
no-man’s land separating Western Sahara and Mauritania. No<br />
wonder. A 50-kilometer-wide minefield spreads before us, and<br />
<strong>the</strong> shifting sands obscure <strong>the</strong> tracks of any o<strong>the</strong>r vehicles.<br />
Blowing winds have uncovered some mines, but who knows<br />
what o<strong>the</strong>rs lie buried just beneath <strong>the</strong> surface?<br />
Our fear is compounded by <strong>the</strong> fact that we keep getting<br />
stuck. On its own, our SWB Series II can traverse <strong>the</strong> soft dunes<br />
with little problem, but we are <strong>to</strong>wing a heavy trailer. Each time<br />
we bog down, we have <strong>to</strong> pull out <strong>the</strong> sand mats, unhitch <strong>the</strong><br />
trailer, dig ourselves out, <strong>the</strong>n turn <strong>the</strong> Land Rover around and<br />
haul <strong>the</strong> trailer clear with our winch. We have a sneaking<br />
suspicion that we will die out here, ei<strong>the</strong>r blown <strong>to</strong> bits by a<br />
mine or because we simply cannot force our way through <strong>the</strong><br />
deep sand. I look over at my <strong>the</strong>n- boyfriend, Andrew, as he<br />
unspools <strong>the</strong> winch cable for <strong>the</strong> 15th time. “Whose bright idea<br />
was it <strong>to</strong> drive a vehicle <strong>the</strong> length of Africa?” I ask, knowing full<br />
well that it was mine.<br />
It all started about 14 months earlier in San Francisco,<br />
where we were living. After a particularly bad day at work, we<br />
treated ourselves <strong>to</strong> dinner at an Italian restaurant, drank a lot<br />
of wine, and convinced ourselves that we should quit our jobs<br />
<strong>to</strong> travel overland through Africa. It made sense at <strong>the</strong> time.<br />
Wine does that <strong>to</strong> you.<br />
Of course, we didn’t get from <strong>the</strong> wine <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> desert easily.<br />
In <strong>the</strong> days that followed, <strong>the</strong>re was a lot of discussion about<br />
how we’d travel. Andrew wanted <strong>to</strong> backpack. I wanted<br />
mo<strong>to</strong>rcycles. But when we rented <strong>the</strong> movie Born Free, I<br />
instantly knew that we had <strong>to</strong> drive through Africa, for no o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
reason than that I had fallen head-over-heels for <strong>the</strong> Land Rover<br />
that Elsa slept on. Who cares that <strong>the</strong> movie was 30 years old? I<br />
needed that car. Andrew thought I was nuts.<br />
Thus began my search. Within three weeks I found our<br />
Land Rover. The ad read: 1960 Series II Land Rover, mint<br />
condition, 32,000 miles. I called. A man named Scotty (yes, he<br />
was Scottish) answered. I drilled him: Is <strong>the</strong> car really in mint<br />
condition? Does it have any rust? How big is it? Could I drive it<br />
across Africa? Laughter filled <strong>the</strong> phone. My face glowed red.<br />
This guy thinks I’m a fool, I thought, but instead he started<br />
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