Cruise on the Sahara

I met my special group of friends again. Actually, we meet quite often. But sometimes the meetings are flat and not noteworthy. Sometimes, the group melds and a giddy lovely time is had by all.

We started off as usually quite mildly and sanely listening to the 80s soul music, remembering stars who were famous in years gone by, before even some of us were born. Tina Tuner residing in Switzerland with her million dollar insured legs – I do not know that if that is fact or fiction. Whitney Houston who could have insured her voice for similar amounts but instead got out of whack with crack. Michael Jackson who was more famous than Shirley Temple. In fact was world famous by 1969, never mind the world referred to excluded Italians, Kenyans and the People of the Lion Mountains (Sierra Leone). Which led the conversation argumentatively on the definition of “world”, and whether one knows more about a place because they were born there, or because they lived there. “Born there” won the word fight, because apparently generational knowledge is more than the knowledge you can gather just living in a place for many years.

There was a drizzle, so we could not leave. We had another drink as we reminisced some more on the 80’s music. Someone remembered they knew a young UB40 way back when. And mentioned being hit on by a gay superstar on a flight, “he looked at me over his shades, and I know that come-on gay look”. I have no idea how he knows the come-on gay look since he is categorically not gay. And of course the nature versus political nurture of gayism conversation had to happen. All in all a delightful evening.

Then the Sahara checked in. It just did. Just like before. From out of nowhere. There was an elephant, an earthquake, the lack of city planning, tilting apartment blocks next to rivers, inadequate sewer systems that will result in a geyser of excrement at some road junction, swamps, railway stations, governor’s mansion, underground rivers, and the largest river in the world that is underneath the Sahara. What? How did that slip in there?

Someone ought to take that subject, tie it up, put it in a sack and throw it into the underground river running alongside the highway, cutting to the left under the swampy city, via the biggest roundabout in Africa and into the city river.

Apparently it is a well known fact, (by a select few?) and this is despite no proof, that the largest river in the world flows under the Sahara. Which led to all kinds of statements, arguments and disagreements. Ending up with a fellow remarking as he left for the night, “I am going to google it”. This, despite the consensus that not everything on google is fact and not all facts are on google. On that we all were in agreement.

He googled it. And it was the first email we got next morning. But truth be told, I think he missed the bus. By a mile. By a bus mile. The starting line of the googled article entitled Three Ancient Rivers Existed in Sahara 100,000 Years Ago was, “Simulating paleoclimates in the Sahara region, a team of researchers from Germany and United Kingdom has found evidence of three major river systems that likely existed in North Africa about 130,000 – 100,000 years ago, but are now largely buried by dune systems in the desert.” The synonym of simulating is modeling? That antonym is “be real”. So how could simulating a give us historically real facts?

At some point the email degenerated – how this happens, I do not know....

Underground lakes in the Sahara, covered by sand? How did that first start off?
The lake crept under the sand?

I’ve seen that Thompson Holidays are already organising boat trips across the Sahara…

That’s actually a good holiday plan

Do you have plans for holidays this year?
Yes, I’m going on a cruise
Cool, where?
Chad ;-)

On the #SaharaSea. Biggest beach you ever saw!

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