This is a video log “turned documentary” of my trip, walking from the village of Foum Zguid to Mhamid in Morocco.

What’s the higher meaning of such a desert crossing?
There isn’t any.

I arrived at Foum Zguid past midnight, on a barely lit street, shaking hands with a figure in blue, with glittering rings and dark toned shades standing before a rusty land rover – Mustapha. And here’s the rest of the story.