MD Bivouac: Mission Impossible

Yesterday, we took the fifth domestic flight. dakar. After making the reportage I headed to the shop to get a couple of hours of sleep before going to Bisha, as many people were working without sleeping until 3am to show their work as mechanics (their daily bread). The pilots are not expected to arrive at the bivouac until today, after spending the night at a shelter camp four hours’ drive from here.

Every year I have the same temptation. I want to go see them repair cars with their own hands and see how they do it. Sainz, robe Others pitch tents and light bonfires in the desert. We capture the essence and create a report. I have a problem. In such an isolated place, there is zero connection. I couldn’t write it. Maybe send me an email. It’s dangerous.

I was planning to go to the special at the start or middle of the stage to convey this experience, but it was too far away and would take 3 hours. Or 4 hours on the way there and the same amount on the way back.

A few of my colleagues were able to go, and when they came back, the stage had finished a while ago. Luckily, that wasn’t the case. It would be impossible to deliver the chronicle on time. And if something happens during the morning race, the problem is even bigger. I did it once, 2020at the start of the marathon stage.

I arrived at a huge dune and met an engineer from Malaga who worked in the oil sector in the middle of the desert. “Fernando Alonso fell here.”he told us. I opened my mouth. There were no reports. I couldn’t make phone calls or write letters. We were the first to know, but we didn’t understand. mission impossible.