From the small village in the eastern part of the Atlas, I continued southwards to the famous dune field of Erg Chebbi. We all have seen dakar pilots, blazing over the dunes and carving trough the sands, dreaming of doing that ourselves. But I have to admit, I chickened out a bit here. With 210 kg of bike and sub par (or rather non-existent) skills of riding in deep sand I assumed any foray into the sand would end with me getting hopelessly stuck. So, I swallowed my pride and played the tourist for a moment.