Our journey from Iceland to South Africa took us in Morocco, where we travelled through the Western Sahara: 266,000 square kilometres, a nobody’s land whose borders are disputed among Morocco, Algeria and Mauritania.

Morocco and its colours are simply magic. But it’s when you arrive in the Sahara desert that you understand you are leaving the world you are used to and are entering a new dimension, far in space and time.

Time, actually, doesn’t exist in the desert. As space alike, cancelled by sand expanses and distant horizons all identical. When you cross it, the Sahara’s warmth breaches into your soul. Its colours, shapes and shadows are an unforgettable view.

And then, at night, the stars make their appearance. Such stars as we are no more used to in our daily life.