青から朱へ、グラデーションに染まる風景を前にして立ちすくむ。

Feature | 2025.3.24


I stand transfixed before the landscape
where blue fades into vermillion.

The Sahara glows in the setting sun,as camels stride, casting long shadows.
I had dreamed of this moment.

Tunisia stretches from north to south, shifting from a Mediterranean climate to steppe, and finally to the arid deserts of the south. Even the desert landscapes vary—rocky deserts with jagged mountains, reg deserts where sparse vegetation clings to gravel and stone. Beyond them lies the boundless Sahara.
Southern Tunisia is dotted with oases, the largest being Tozeur. Surrounded by vast date palm groves, its sun-dried brick buildings create an exotic cityscape. A key stop on the southern travel circuit, the town is bustling with souvenir shops where visitors browse colorful textiles, handicrafts, and trinkets.
Beyond Tozeur lies Ksar Ghilane, a village at the edge of the desert. Here, dunes ripple endlessly, their wind-sculpted patterns stretching to the horizon—the “true desert.” I instantly recalled a scene from Lawrence of Arabia—Omar Sharif emerging through a shimmering heat haze, a lone silhouette in the vast expanse. A two-minute take, silent, powerful, unforgettable. For years, I had dreamed of this landscape—and now, it was right before my eyes!
Of course, I rode a camel. The Berber guide, cheerful and full of humor, led the way.

After crossing several dunes, I dismounted and took a deep breath. As far as the eye could see—nothing but desert. The realization sank in—I had truly come far.
For an overnight stay in Ksar Ghilane, a tented lodge is the perfect choice. But these are no ordinary tents—equipped with beds, showers, and even air conditioning, they offer unexpected comfort. It’s Tunisia’s take on glamping.
As the sun set, I wandered the desert, mesmerized by the golden sun sinking into a sea of sand. The next morning, at sunrise, I returned—this time, watching the sun rise from the dunes, captivated once again. Apart from the shifting hues, nothing changed—only the whisper of the wind across the sands. Time flowed silently, undisturbed. And in that stillness, the desert held me spellbound.
On the way to the desert, I stopped at Chott el Jerid, the largest salt lake in Africa. It was just around sunset. A massive, crimson sun sank into the lake. Like Bolivia’s Salar de Uyuni, the salt flats reflected the surrounding scenery with breathtaking clarity. At Chott el Jerid, the sky deepened from blue to orange, then vermilion—its colors mirrored perfectly on the lake’s surface, like a vast, luminous canvas. The boundary between heaven and earth vanished. Bathed in shifting color, the scene was nothing short of miraculous. All I could do was stand there, transfixed.

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