In this new occasional section we share some of the travel photos from our archives – when we paid our dues but rarely our way. Times were tough, hitch-hiking was a favoured mode of transport (yes, even through the Sahara, as shown here) and luxury hotels were places we tried to sneak into to have a swim.
Way back in the golden days of 1992 all I needed was my rucksack and my ghetto-blaster. This picture was taken just outside the beautiful town of Ghardaïa, Algeria, where the road south to Niger is still tarmac. I got a lift to the city limits from the owner of the hostel I stayed at and settled down to wait for my first lift. I think this was taken about 8 a.m. and it was just starting to really heat up, but I only stood there fifteen minutes before a 2CV stopped and its five local occupants squeezed up to fit me in. Top of the list of countries I want to return to, Algeria is an amazing combination of stunning landscapes, incredibly hospitality and adventurous travel. The brutal civil war had just kicked off when I was there but I only experienced friendliness and charm.
Again, this pictures was taken on my first (non-digital, obviously) SLR and the quality is not great, but so it goes.