Taghaza, March, 1324, dusk.
As I make camp in this town made of salt, I am both intimidated and fascinated by its unique beauty. The sun has set and the colors of the salt buildings change with each passing moment. However, my thoughts are interrupted by the grumblings in the hajj. Questions are being asked about the route taken north and if there are other ways to cross the Sahara. I, too, have been pondering the same question. The journey has been arduous, and we have lost many travelers along the way.
I understand the concerns of my fellow travelers, but I also appreciate the determination of the hajj's leaders to find a safe and reliable route. It is easy to underestimate the challenges of crossing the Sahara, and I have seen firsthand the dangers of venturing off course. The journey may be difficult, but I believe we are in good hands.
As I gaze upon the shimmering salt buildings, I can't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to witness such a unique place. The journey has been long and challenging, but moments like these remind me of the beauty and wonder that can be found in the most unexpected places. I look forward to what the rest of the journey has in store.