These visions of the dark side of the Sahara were made possible by the generosity of our hosts at Sonatrach, the Algerian state oil and gas corporation. They kindly provided us with a helicopter for some aerials over Hassi-Messaoud, so I mustn’t even think about using the term ‘Visions of Hell’. It was an extraordinary experience, at once exhilarating and depressing. And
I found myself remembering the last time I shot over Nigel’s shoulder through a gaping hole of the missing door in an aircraft; it was above the sand seas of Chinguetti at sunrise, all the way back in Mauritania.