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This young woman's beauty is as striking as the Desert she lives in.
 
 
 
 
On our trek through the Mountains we encountered several caravans headed to distant places. They passed quietly on their way to Bilima, 1080 kilometers to the Northeast.
 
 
 
 
This proud village chief was our host for an evening. He provided a meal of fresh goats milk, grain, and cheese. Our evening was spent around a fire sipping strong tea and sharing stories. I remember him as a gentle man, who warmly welcomed us into his family.
 
 
 
 
The Tuareg were once primarily nomads who traded goods across the Sahara. Due to severe droughts, farming has become a way of life. The Tuareg draw water from shallow aquifiers and irrigate vegtables such as tomatoes, lettuce, carrots and onions. By using a pully system and their camels, they are able to draw large amounts of water effortlessly.
 
 
 
 
A proud young man of the Tuareg tribe, giving a warm glance thru his turban.
 
 
 
 
Amoman and I rest around the fire after a long day of travel. He never seemed to grow tired and always had a kind word for others.
 
 
 
 
At midmorning, we stopped at this well to water our camels. The women and children were tending to their livestock and it was obvious that hard work was no stranger to them.
 
 
 
 
Dogon architecture is soft and mysterious. Rounded pillars and mud caked walls are found from Mali to the Sudan.
 
 
 
 
These two young girls take a rest from helping their mother at the well. Work is shared by all members of the family, young and old. The Tuareg of Niger seemed in harmony with their enviornment and never in a hurry.
 
 
 
 
After stopping for water and directions on the motorcycle, I noticed this shy young girl and her older brother, hiding from the noon sun.
 
 
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