Uploaded June 2026 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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Sandstorm hits, you stop.
Cover your face, rip a strip of shirt, make a bandana.
Don't try to navigate. Don't try to fight it. You won't win. Wait it out. They pass fast.
I once cut into a dead camel and sheltered inside the carcass until a storm passed. Pulled the skin over me.
A few grim hours in the Sahara. But I'd heard of a Berber tribesman who saved his life doing exactly that.