Since the race began, only four days passed and, it seems to me, I start to understand why not only travelers, romantics and writers, but also racers so love Africa. And why our companions endured this long way so calmly and even joyfully. There is only one answer – because this race is worth it. Because, probably, this is that rare event which transfers the fussy city person to other reality where you need very little to live where there is nothing artificial, senselessly ritual. At this race as in an extreme situation, you do, you think, you say only what really has value, sense, need.