The Algerians were looking at us.

They were a stealthy race.

If they weren't converting you to Islam, they were stabbing you in the kidneys for not converting to Islam.

In Salah was smack bang in the middle of Algeria.

The people of the coast were as treacherous as the pirates who plied their trades on the shallow Mediterranean waters.

In Salah was an oasis.

The date trees swayed in the cool breeze.

The town was surrounded by a lake of freshwater that fed from a nearby spring of crystal sparkling mineral water.

If you drank the water, it detoxed you and added longevity to your life, said our guidebook.

Don't be put off by the shoddy pictures posted on Google Maps of In Salah.

It was a well-kept secret.

The town refused to be discovered in glossy magazines.

And if anyone wanted to do a story on the town, the town mayor would flick off some slum shots of Algeria's capital to keep them off the scent.


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