The sirocco came through Douz. It is a blizzard of sand. It's in our eyeballs, in our ears, up our nostrils, everywhere. Gabe flossed sand out of his teeth. We wanted to take a video, but would have ruined our camera, which already has sand in all of its crevices, despite our keeping everything in Ziplocs. We are breathing sand, and even our Berber wraps aren't providing much comfort.
So much sand.