The Libyan Desert Black
Sabha, the capital of Fezzan, is the starting point of all expeditions wishing to enter this remote region of the Sahara. The earliest history of this unknown territory came to light when the first European exploration began only two centuries ago. His estrangement and hostility to the West kept forgotten, and Sabha fate in most of these pioneers was repeatedly unfortunate but his determined efforts and value has enabled us to access treasures the time and forgetfulness have managed paradoxically preserve.
To open this new door of the world, we source a lot of fuel and water drums, well as plenty of supplies to deal with any eventuality. Will 640 miles to the Tibesti desert to reach and return from Waw an Namus volcano unusual, whose central lagoon baptized said volcano in Arabic as "Lake of the Mosquitoes".
Nuestro 4×4 exceeds 100 Km / h as if the Fezzan be covered by a perfect golden asphalt.
Leaving behind Murzuq populations and Zweila. In Timas we head into the desert Fezzan through an endless plain of sand without any deformation and our four×4 exceeds 100 Km / h as if the Fezzan be covered by a perfect golden asphalt. Despite the speed, the absence of references in the sense of it in advance, nothing changes around us and our view is lost in the infinite without seeing anything but the vast plain of sand.
Everything good is gone and the route shows its most bitter when we have to follow through rocky ending with our first round. Addition, rock zones alternate with soft sand-fech fech, as fine as flour and volatile. If deflate the wheels to not get caught in the fech-fech punctures are exposed to if under a rock and had we only have one spare wheel. Thus, prefer to get stuck in the sand and use the plates in each jam instead of wasting more wheels.
We are slowly overcoming obstacles and finally ground, after several hundred kilometers, first halo life: Wadi Kabir. It is an unusual-farm oasis in the desert where horticultural produce such as tomatoes, cucumbers or peppers among many. Everything is shabby in this remote place but the owners offer reasonable rates for one scruffy room with a mattress, shower and food. We prefer camping with our media but willingly accept the shower and a simple meal we avoid cooking and washing with water rationed for once.
Forms, Tibesti lights and colors mutate. Golden Plains, ocher and white landscapes have given way to blue and brown polka dots to conclude, closer to our goal, into a desert of black sand dunes whose origin is the ashes of volcanoes that we dodging. And finally, when the sun is about to disappear, reach our goal. Like Jules Verne's journey to the center of the earth, where we thought unimaginable scenarios are missing, comes amid a large depression in the ground… King of the plain black, an imposing volcanic cone emerges from the sands jet: Waw an Namus. Inside, the "Mosquito Lake", lakes tricolor necklace that comes from the bowels of the earth surrounding the curd lava volcanic vent, combining their sullen shades with surrounding landscape.
The camping is very uncomfortable but at least it makes an appearance none of the millions of huge mosquitoes that inhabit the lagoon
But night falls relentless, perimeter access the highest point and set up camp, the twilight us from going beyond. After a quick and frugal dinner, desirous that we slept dawn again to enjoy this extraordinary new vision. A terrible blizzard blowing all night and constantly shakes our shop on the roof of the four×4 but there will be no sandstorm because the volcanic sand is much heavier than usual of the dunes. The camping is very uncomfortable but at least it makes an appearance none of the millions of huge mosquitoes that inhabit the lagoon. Without the wind the stay had been almost unbearable.
The morning dawns splendid with bright sunshine and platform surrounding the crater began to descend toward the lake. The blizzard has turned into soft wind, not annoying and keeps mosquitoes seek blood in us. The legs we sink into the sand almost to his knees while lowering into the volcano but at last we stand together with the reeds that surround filtered water from the depths of the earth. Three colors are offered crater waters: red, blue and white, depending on the mineral salts and its bed. Captivated by our environment we turn to ourselves again and again to keep the smallest detail of the wonder that nature has created in this secluded spot and felt the shudder that makes us forget the effort to get here.
Still intoxicated by this work of nature, Now we headed "talking rocks".
