Somewhere near the forgotten ruins of Ksar el Barka, a chance encounter reveals a timeless scene: two chameliers, mid-journey, crossing the Sahara with quiet determination. One of them rides confidently, scanning the horizon with the focus of someone who knows how to read the desert like a book. There’s no performance here, just movement shaped by experience, silence, and purpose. This photograph pays tribute to the enduring figure of the nomad explorer: not guided by maps, but by memory, instinct, and the rhythm of the land.