Facing My Fears in the World’s Largest Sand Desert
We were three single Americans with a whiskey handle. What reception would we wake to if we fall asleep on the wrong sand?
What if we are arrested by hostile police, What if we are kidnapped for ransom? What if we are robbed, slashed with scimitars and left for dead in this parched wilderness?
Alex is a freelance writer and photographer based in Savannah. Recently she's written for the Nation, Topic, Atlas Obscura, and CityLab. She has been a regular contributor to Vanity Fair's the Daily, the Huffington Post, and GOOD, and a staff film reviewer for Cinespect. Her travel writing has been published by CNN, the Washington Post, Suitcase, and others. She attended the The Kenyon Review Writers Workshop for poetry in 2016. alexmarvar.com
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