Chapter 52 third quarter

Monrovia is not only a port city, but also the capital of Liberia. Because it is adjacent to the Atlantic Ocean, it can be regarded as an important city in North Africa. But to be honest, it is far from the average coastal city in the United States. Qingdao can't even compare. There are many small countries in South Africa, with a variety of language families. Danny and I were almost deaf there, but Ningxue's language talent once again helped a lot. After the ship sent by Wells returned, Ningxue became a place for us to communicate with the local The only medium of Aboriginal communication!According to Ningxue herself, she was born with language talent, and she only needed three short months to fully master the complex language system. She proudly showed us that she had already mastered more than one hundred languages. languages, including the long-lost ancient Tibetan and ancient Roman.I think her ability is only comparable to that of a senior detective who I once admired very much.

I met many dark-skinned short natives along the way, and I half-jokingly asked Danny if he felt the intimacy of finding his roots back here, but he dealt with it with a noncommittal wry smile. In fact, North Africa is not completely dominated by black people. In the vast desert oasis, there are still many Arabs. In order to try our best to conceal our appearance that is out of tune with the local area, Ningxue and I chose Arab costumes as a cover in Monrovia. Danny dressed up as a black native with special development. Although his tall and strong body is very different from the thin locals, he always stands out in the crowd like a camel among the sheep, but as long as he doesn't Speaking, it is not easy for others to distinguish his identity.

Medaban is at the junction of Nigeria and Chad, and the place we are going to is located in a desert of more than 200 kilometers in Medaban. From the map, it should belong to Chad, but in the desert There are very few people, and there is no clear distinction between the national borders, so we plan to fly directly from Monrovia to Agadez, the capital of Nigeria, and then take a camel from there to Midakan. Find a guide and go deep into the sand sea. We tried our best to keep silent along the way, so as not to reveal any clues and attract others' attention. The task of dealing with people was entrusted to Ningxue who covered her cheeks with white gauze.

We arrived at Medaguangang in the evening of the third day.This place has gone deep into the desert, and looking around, the yellow sand is rolling and lifeless. People often use purgatory to describe this kind of place that has been forgotten by human beings. Now it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.Trekking in the scorching sun that can almost evaporate people during the day, and whenever night comes, we also face the test of cold, switching from one extreme to the other is too fast, our body is obviously difficult to adapt to this challenge , Every morning when I wake up, I feel groggy, and only when I enjoy the sweet water in my skin, my mind will suddenly be much clearer.

Fortunately, the weather conditions in these three days were surprisingly stable, and there were no severe weather such as big sandstorms or frightening thunderstorms. Of course, we should also thank the local transport camel team that traveled with us all the way, precisely because of their leadership , we didn't get lost, otherwise the three of us would never have been able to find Medakan, which is almost the size of a small village. In the desert, not only will you encounter the ever-changing severe weather, but you will also be inadvertently killed by some small creatures, just like a song:

This is a song written by Ke Chengxiong. Its name is "Sahara Desert". I prefer to read it as a poem full of despair. Perhaps this song is the most appropriate gift for Ningxue. The afterglow of the setting sun sets off the endless high and low sand dunes in golden color. On the contrary, it is an extremely sad thought: there are countless dead bones buried under this layer of golden sand dunes. Medapangaon is indeed a small village, almost an isolated place, just a small oasis inhabited by the Teta people.The entire village has a population of less than one hundred people. A tall and thin black old man is their chief and the only leader they obey. The source of their settlement here is a small river less than two meters wide. The small riverbed that will be buried by wind and sand has bred a pitifully small number of human beings.

The Teda people are an ancient ethnic group in the Sahara Desert, most of them live in Tibes and its southern border, and they have never heard of their settlements in Nigeria.The Teda people are basically nomadic in camel caravans, so most of them live on the edge of the desert. This is the first time I have seen such a small group of residents who go deep into the desert. They have their own unique language, which sounds not only convoluted but also elusive, and even if they speak slowly, I still can't make out the pronunciation of every word in it.I suspect that even Ningxue, the "linguist", might not be able to understand this rare and strange language.

But what I never expected was that Ningxue could speak fluently, and the syllables that came out of her mouth couldn't be heard at all.We paid homage to that chief, and when Ningxue lifted the veil in his tent, the wise man couldn't help showing surprise on his face. Yes, a young oriental girl in her twenties can speak an authentic Teda language, no matter who will be surprised. The following is our conversation with this old man. In order to save words, Ningxue's translation is also omitted here. Before we explained our purpose, the chief waved his hand knowingly: "You can't go to that place, you should go back!"