Tropic Of Cancer (2010) s01e02 Episode Script

SIMON REEVE: The Tropic of Cancer marks the northern border of the tropics, the most beautiful, brilliant, and blighted region of the world.
I've already travelled around the equator and the southern border of the tropics, but following the Tropic of Cancer will be my toughest journey yet.
This tropic cuts through Central America, the Caribbean, North Africa, the kingdoms of Arabia, India and on through Asia to finish in Hawaii.
It's 23,ooo miles across deserts, rivers, and mountains.
Along the way I encounter extraordinary people, simmering conflicts and some of the most stunning landscapes on our planet.
This second leg of my journey will take me across North Africa.
I'm travelling east more than 2,5oo miles across the Sahara, to Libya's border with Egypt.
It's a forgotten land of bitter conflict and extraordinary natural beauty.
Thank you, my God.
(TRAIN HORN BLARES) As I journey east, I ride one of the longest trains in the world learn the art of camel trading What do you think about this one? - (CAMEL BRAYS) - Ooh.
and race across some of the most spectacular sand dunes on the planet.
I'm starting another leg of my journey around the Tropic of Cancer.
I'm next to the Atlantic Ocean, in the little-known land of Western Sahara, and on this bit of the trip, I'm travelling across North Africa.
One of the most sparsely populated countries in the world, Western Sahara is mostly windswept desert.
But a few hardy travellers do make it out here.
The windy conditions are perfect for learning to fly.
Simon, you're welcome in my secret place.
I hope you will like it for this.
I hope I'll like it.
I just hope I'll survive.
Present you our kite, man! Aziz Oakhrin agreed to give me a crash course in kitesurfing.
You'll become kitesurfer man.
- A kitesurfing man like you? - Yeah.
- A champion! Champion.
- You will be more than me.
Aziz, you remember I've never done this before? Goodness.
It usually takes several days to get good enough to stand up on a board.
But Aziz reckoned he could at least teach me to body surf.
I wasn't so sure.
Aziz, I feel like you're holding on to me.
- Yeah? - For dear life.
- No, no, no - Aziz, I feel like you've let go! - OK, let go your bar, let go your bar.
- Let go of the bar? - All right.
- Let's try again.
- Yeah.
Left side - Left side up.
Just when you pull, push then, push then, push.
Yeah.
Slow, slow, yeah.
- All right.
- The power in this! How the hell are you supposed to do this when you're in the water? Yeah, yeah, yeah, we'll see.
OK, well, - at least I'm keeping it up.
- Up, yeah.
Ohballs! It was time to brave the ocean.
The powerful winds can take these guys 5o feet into the air.
I was just worried about being dragged out to sea.
- Here we go.
- Come in before you You can start now.
- I'm just going to - Like you swim and your legs behind you.
Like you are swimming.
Yes! More up, more up.
Yes.
Not so strong your hand.
It was great fun, but sadly, I was rather lacking in natural skill.
Yeah, OK.
We're going to break him! (LAUGHS) Just along the coast is one of Western Sahara's few towns, Dakhla almost bang on the Tropic of Cancer.
This remote outpost, an edge-of-the-world sort of place, was founded by Spanish settlers in the 1 6th century, and it later became one of Spain's many colonies throughout the tropics.
When the Spanish finally left Western Sahara in 1 975, the Moroccans moved in from the north, claiming the territory had originally belonged to them.
There was a bitter and bloody war between the Moroccans and a guerrilla army made up of the indigenous Saharawi people, who wanted Western Sahara to be an independent country.
The Moroccans won, and annexed Western Sahara.
But should it be part of Morocco? My Moroccan guide in Dakhla, Aziz Rafiq, has no doubts.
Aziz, I'm a bit confused.
Are we in Western Sahara or are we in Morocco? Yeah, we are in Morocco, in a city called Dakhla, which is situated in the south of Morocco.
So where we are now, for you, this is Morocco? - Yeah, this is Morocco.
- OK.
So what is this place Western Sahara, then? It sounds like, then, it's a colony of Morocco's.
It used Yeah, it used to be a colony, but now it's Moroccan territory.
And so what's drawing Moroccans south from the cities in the north? What's drawing them down here to Western Sahara, to Dakhla? Many activities, especially the sea, the ocean.
Tens of thousands of Moroccan settlers have now moved here, drawn by the lure ofjobs, especially in the fishing industry.
The fishermen have settled all along the coast of Western Sahara.
Vast quantities of fish are drawn to the warm tropical waters off the coast, and settlers are also offered tax breaks by the Moroccan government if they move down here.
Aziz arranged for us to go out to sea with a Moroccan fisherman.
We're going to sea, mate, we're going to sea.
Oh! Yeah, we're out at sea.
Abdul Haq is one of the thousands who've moved down here from the north.
What brought you to Dakhla? Why did you want to come here? Was it for the work, was it for the fishing? IN TRANSLATION: Yes, I came to Dakhla to work.
I had a brother who was serving here in the army.
My brother's a soldier.
I came to stay with him here and I started to work as a fisherman.
Many countries around the world seem to view Western Sahara as being a colony of Morocco.
Do you see this as being part of Morocco the country? Well, the Sahara is Morocco.
Why? Because when you look into history, you'll see that those who say this is Western Sahara rather than Moroccan Sahara are wrong.
It is 1 OO% Moroccan.
As Moroccans, we are here in our own country.
This land does not belong to foreigners, it belongs to us.
It is the homeland of our ancestors.
It's also a very lucrative area.
On a good day, a single boat can bring in up to 2oo kilos of octopus.
You got one? Oh, look at that! It's not small, either, is it? I was expecting it to be I was expecting it to be a small one.
Oh, you poor thing.
Once caught, the octopus are frozen for export to Europe and Japan.
It's hardly surprising Morocco was so keen to stake its claim to Western Sahara.
The fishing industry here is worth tens of millions of pounds each year in export earnings.
The Moroccans are determined to keep hold of Western Sahara.
But they maintain control with a heavy police and military presence, and wherever I went, I was followed by plain-clothes secret police.
Many of the local Saharawi people have fled into exile since the Moroccans took over.
Those who are left now claim they've been sidelined in their own land by what they say is an illegal occupation.
In order to meet up with some of these Saharawis, the team and I had to give our guide and the secret police the slip.
We've heard one side of the story of Western Sahara so far.
So we've rented a car and we're heading off now to try and meet up with some people who can tell us the other side, the Saharawi side.
And we're desperately trying to avoid being followed, really to avoid getting anybody else into trouble.
So we only know the first name of the person that we're going to be meeting, and we're going to be meeting them, I think, in this petrol station.
So I think we're just going to pull in here andwait for them to come and find us, really.
I think over here in the darkness, don't you? Let's go over there, there's a Here we go, we're slightly just on the edge of the petrol station.
This is quite nerve-racking, actually.
So I'm just going to send a text message to our contact, and hopefully they're going to come and find us and take us to a meeting.
- There's cars driving around.
- MAN: This is them.
SIMON: That's them - You think? - No, no.
That's him.
OK, let's go.
That's him, that's him.
- Are you sure? - Put on your lights.
That's him.
SIMON: OK, OK, that's him there.
OK, let's go.
So we're now in the back streets of Dakhla.
God only knows where he's leading us.
I'll tell you, this is quite a tense business.
- We're going to stop over here.
- Switch off.
Our contact, Rashid, who campaigns for the human rights of the Saharawi people, had led us to a safe house where other activists were hiding.
Rashid says he's prepared to risk arrest, or worse, at the hands of the Moroccan authorities to tell his story to the outside world.
Finally get to see you in some light.
Shukran, shukran.
Well, the Moroccans say that this is Morocco.
They say this is Moroccan land.
Who do you say this land belongs to? IN TRANSLATION: What we have to say about the Moroccans is that, as everybody knows, they came to this country and occupied it in 1 975.
We're still asking for our independence - no more and no less.
There's a lot of oppression here.
The secret police are everywhere.
There's no freedom of speech.
We can't campaign for independence openly.
We can't even raise the Saharawi flag or talk about the history of the Saharawi people.
Morocco has been accused of committing human rights abuses in Western Sahara, and Rashid said he had been picked up by the police and beaten for attending a human rights convention a few weeks previously.
All the activists had stories about police brutality.
So these are photos of BLEEP here.
Some really, really quite severe bruising on his body.
I mean, here you can see bad bruising and what looks like almost whip marks, or beating marks, on his back, and bad bruising on the back of his legs here.
Very bad bruising here.
I couldn't verify their stories, but a recent report by Human Rights Watch accused the Moroccan authorities of using arbitrary arrest, violence and harassment against activists like Rashid and his friends.
And after we met him, Rashid says he was questioned about talking to us and severely beaten by Moroccan police.
Then last October, Rashid and other activists were arrested again.
Amnesty International has described their imprisonment as a serious attack on freedom of expression.
The Moroccan government wouldn't comment on Rashid's case, but in the past they've denied widespread police abuses and defended their human rights record.
Following the Tropic of Cancer was showing me this forgotten conflict.
I wanted to follow the Tropic east, to where more than 1 oo,ooo Saharawi refugees are living in desert camps.
But to get there, I had to embark on a dangerous diversion that took me deep into the Sahara.
First, though, it was time for a stop on the Tropic.
We're very I mean, we're very close to it now.
It doesn't look as though anybody has marked it here with a little Tropic of Cancer monument, unfortunately.
- Tropic of Cancer.
- It says it? - Yeah.
- Oh, fantastic! Hey! Right by the road.
Come on, let's go and have a look.
I actually find it quite exciting, - because it's quite a nice, simple sign.
- It is.
It's not a big, flashy thing, there's not a big tourist resort here in the middle of the desert, as far as we can see, but it says what it is.
- This is the Tropic of Cancer.
- This is it.
I'm following the Tropic of Cancer east, but I can't do that here because the Moroccans have built a vast fortified wall through Western Sahara and surrounded it with millions of land mines.
It divides Moroccan-controlled territory from the area held by the Polisario, the Saharawis'independence movement.
To get to the Saharawi refugee camps, we'd have to head south to Mauritania, to go around the wall.
They really have got the kitchen sink up there.
Look at all that! So this looks like the border between Morocco and Mauritania just up ahead.
We can't really film at borders, but you can see the flags fluttering, and it looks like we're going to be leaving this country and heading on to our next.
But before entering Mauritania, we had to cross three miles of no-man's-land.
We had a new driver and a new guide - Mauritanian journalist Hamdi El Hassan.
This stretch of no-man's-land was also heavily mined by the Moroccans to prevent the Mauritanians from seizing any of Western Sahara.
Just up ahead there's a sort of graveyard, really, for cars that have been blown up by mines as they pass through this area.
Few vehicles make this crossing, and the route has still not been cleared of mines.
We were trusting our lives to a driver we'd only just met and relying on his local knowledge to get us across the minefield.
I think I'll Is our driver asking which way to go? That's a bit frightening.
(THEY SPEAK IN DIALECT) Hamdi, does hedoes he know where we're going? No, he doesn't know, but I know.
So just up ahead, we're finally coming to the gates of Mauritania, and honestly, never have I been so glad to see a border post.
Nouadhibou is the second city of Mauritania, an Islamic state and former French colony.
It's south of the Tropic of Cancer, which roughly divides Arabic North Africa from sub-Saharan Black Africa.
From here, an 1 8-hour train ride would take us to the northern city of Zouerat and back towards the Saharawi refugee camps.
We stopped by the market to pick up some fuel for the journey, and got a flavour of the culture in this little-known country.
I think we should get some fruit and we could get some tins of stuff.
So we just want some normal dates from these young gentlemen.
Get your fingers in there! Shukran.
It's OK, shukran.
You need to get what, a scarf, a turban? Scarf and a boubou, maybe, a traditional gown that most of the people here wear.
Either you take this one, which is not, er, decorated in such a way, or keep it IN TRANSLATION: We don't have any problems here.
Mauritania has lots of wealth.
We have camels, we have goats, we have cattle, we eat day and night.
We have our breakfast, we have our lunch, we eat several times a day.
We are very fat.
I have a big belly because I'm eating well.
So no problem here in Mauritania.
- WOMAN: No problem.
- SIMON: No problem.
- (SHE SPEAKS IN DIALECT) - (MEN LAUGH) She seemed quite proud, almost, of herof her size.
Yes.
You know, er, it belongs to Mauritanian beauty culture that the women should be fat here in the country.
Hamdi, what do you prefer, then? Do you prefer a slim woman or a big woman? I like a fat woman, not too fat, overweight, but I like fat women, because you have just to use your wisdom, some When you are touching bones, you are as if touching rocks or stones, whereas when you are touching a fat woman, you are touching smooth flesh and a little bit something that is a little bit exciting.
Let me explain you one issue.
She's beautiful when she has big buttocks and big - Big? - fat Big buttocks.
- Big buttocks? - Yes.
(THEY CHUCKLE) - Is that what you're after?! This is! - This is the culture.
But women's weight has been a serious issue in Mauritania.
In a country where size can equal status and desirability, there has been a tradition of force-feeding young girls to fatten them up and improve their marriage prospects.
The practice still persists in more remote parts of the country.
We've got to the train station Well, it's not really a station, it's a siding.
We need to get our bags onto the train fairly quick.
Hamdi, why don't you go up and we'll pass them up to you? Yeah, no problem.
No problem, I'll be there.
We've got one or two bags.
This is tools kit for the BBC! Again, the driver is helpful.
Again, again It's a long queue of baggage.
The BBC has a lot of luggages, like this long train.
The train transports iron ore from mines in Mauritania's desolate interior and we were allowed to hitch a ride.
So these are empty at the moment, because they're heading back towards the mine.
But when they come back, this is what they're carrying.
This is the iron ore, this is what it's all about.
This is what makes our cars, our washing machines, eventually, whatever.
(TRAIN HORN BLARES) Oh, we've got to get back on the train.
The train's going.
But that's what's that's what everyone's after, - and we're seeing - (TRAIN CLUNKS) Shit! Keep going.
HAMDI: Hurry up, hurry up.
SIMON: Quick! - Come on, come on, come on! - MAN: Get the camera.
- SIMON: OK.
- (HAMDI LAUGHS) So just over there, that's the front of the train, we're at the back, and the rest of it is snaking around in a giant arc ahead of us.
With more than 2oo wagons stretching for nearly two miles, this train is one of the longest in the world.
(TRAIN HORN BLARES) Travelling northeast to Zouerat, close to the Tropic of Cancer, the train skirts around the border of Western Sahara, taking us safely around the danger zone and on to the other side of Morocco's sand wall.
Trundling along for more than 4oo miles into the night, we were squashed together in a small passenger compartment.
Hamdi prepared our feast.
This is juice and this is chong fish.
Chong What did you say? - Tuna.
- Tuna.
- I think the tuna is a good bet.
- Tuna is a bad word in Mauritania.
- A bad word? - A bad word.
What does it mean in Mauritanian? The feminine part of the woman.
It means the what? The family part of the woman? - Tuna Oh, dear.
- Pay attention, don't repeat that again.
- Don't say it.
- I like fish, I like fish, I like fish.
- You like some tuna? - Pay attention, don't repeat that again.
(LAUGHTER) - I don't like oil, I like just fish - Sing us another song.
- Hurry up, hurry up, please! - I'm going as fast as I can! I can see yourback.
Please hide your back.
- What? - Hide your back.
Stop Stop looking at my buttocks! - You leave my buttocks out of this.
- Like a wall, no flesh at all.
(THEY LAUGH) This is I am already like a fisherman.
- I've got three sardines - Listen, you can't have them all.
in the core of my bread loaf.
This is a great deal.
SIMON: No, put some back.
Put some back.
Put a fish back No, no, no, I can provide you as a gift this iron empty tin to provide it to the UK and put it as a a sacred relic somewhere in your bedroom.
I'm very hurt, Hamdi, that you're not sharing them.
So Hamdi is eating all the sardines.
That's all we've got, Hamdi.
You have already your empty can, this is enough for you Mauritania doesn't have much in the way of industry, but what it does have is iron ore, which accounts for an incredible 4o% of the country's exports.
The desert town of Zouerat has sprung up around the mines in this area.
We said goodbye to Hamdi, who had to return home to the coast, and we were heading on into the desert with Rob Watt, a security adviser, because of the threat of kidnap by Islamic militants linked to Al-Qaeda.
So, Rob, how far have we got to go now? Today, we're doing about 5OO kilometres off-road.
- All right.
- We'll be stopping for a couple of days, and then about another 45O after that.
So from London to Aberdeen without any roads.
Get some bottles in the front.
A former Scotland Yard detective, Rob has a passion for Mauritania and has worked here on and off for nearly 3o years.
The reason we're racing is because we're hoping to get to a little village, a little community - it's almost just a dot on the map - in Western Sahara, where tomorrow they should be having independence day celebrations.
So here we go.
We're now on dirt and dust for a few miles, eh, Rob? Yep.
Yeah, no motorway service stations along here.
(SIMON LAUGHS) Few travellers enter this endless and lawless wilderness, where there are no roads and no border posts.
We were hoping to spend the night camping by one of the few settlements in this emptiness, a place called Bir Morgrein.
So we're making reasonably good progress and we're heading in this direction, - so we're pretty much bang on course.
- OK.
What we need to do tonight is before it gets dark, we do not want to be camping out in this, because the wind blows from Libya, the other wind goes straight across, we do not want to be camping out, so in about half an hour, 45 minutes, we really need to start looking for somewhere to camp.
I think this is where we're going to stop for the night.
We hadn't got as far as we'd hoped, but it was getting dark and we had to stop, taking what shelter we could from some acacia trees.
Yep.
I'm not convinced this is gonna work.
Genius! Genius! I take it all back, it's a brilliant idea.
Kadi, our most experienced driver, took charge of setting up camp.
Kadi, is this for fire? - Yes, yes, fire is.
- Excellent.
Hot embers in the sand cooked the bread.
Wow, look, it's really hot, baking hot.
Straight out of the sand.
Oh! Kadi, it's fantastic.
And then, suddenly, a Tuareg nomad emerged from the darkness, drawn to our camp by the glow of our fire.
The nomadic code in the barren desert is to share whatever food you have with passing strangers.
(ENGINE SPLUTTERING INTO LIFE) (MEN SHOUTING) We left before sunrise, and headed towards Western Sahara to meet up with the Polisario, the Saharawi independence movement.
A roller-coaster ride, this one.
And there's the road, there's a - Yeah.
- track over there.
There are no formal markers for the border between northern Mauritania and this part of Western Sahara, but we were told the route we were taking hadn't been travelled by westerners for decades.
Finally, we arrived at a Polisario military base in the middle of the desert.
(SHOUTS COMMANDS TO SOLDIERS) When the Spanish left Western Sahara in 1 975, Moroccan troops flooded in, claiming the territory as theirs.
The Polisario, formed from the local Saharawi tribes, resisted and declared an independent republic.
A brutal war ensued, until a UN-sponsored ceasefire was declared in 1 991.
There's been sporadic fighting since, and the Polisario say they maintain a standing army here of more than 2o,ooo soldiers.
There's no formal rank in the Polisario army, but Fadely Larossi is the equivalent of a colonel.
Where did you grow up, where were you born? I born in Laayoune, occupied - So in - in Laayoune, occupied today by Morocco, yeah? That is in 1 954.
I went to Madrid for the university there Oh, right.
Yes, I was obliged to to join the Polisario for fighting, because at that time Morocco enter, and I sacrifice my study.
You wanted to fight? That time we were very young, so we want to fight andso I choose the army then, but not, er Very good, also.
We travelled with Fadely back to the refugee camps at Tindouf in neighbouring Algeria, where he lives with thousands of other Saharawis.
Our route took us close to the sand and stone fortified wall, built by Morocco, that divides Western Sahara in two.
It also divides many Saharawi families, caught on opposite sides of it after the war.
The Moroccans have spent years building these fortifications, 1,7oo miles long, which snake across the empty desert.
The wall is manned by around 1 2o,ooo Moroccan troops, defending territory which they claim is their own province.
The area along the wall has been turned into the most heavily land-mined region of the planet, so we couldn't get too close.
So, Fadely, this is the is this the berm, - along thejust along the horizon? - Yeah.
This is the berm, the shame berm.
Why do you call this the berm of shame? It's dividing families.
One family, you will find some son there, some daughter here, some mother there, father here.
In my case, for example, since 1 975, I never have seen my father, my daughter, my brother, my sister, myall of them, until 2OO5, for five days.
Under a special United Nations programme, Fadely was flown to the other side of the wall for a brief meeting with his father, who he hadn't seen for 3o years.
How old is your father now? Very old man, very old man.
What are the chances that the wall is going to come down and that you'll get to see him again? I don't know, this is This is my destiny, you know? It's very difficult for him and for me, but this is our destiny.
We cannot, you can't imagine This is in my case, there are plenty of Saharawi the same thing.
Hours more driving took us across the border into southern Algeria, to the refugee camps in Tindouf, where Saharawis fled after the war.
More than 1 oo,ooo displaced Saharawis live in these camps.
Morocco says they could return to Western Sahara at any time.
But these refugees are fearful of what would happen to them under Moroccan rule.
CHEB KHALED: # Comme si je n'existais pas Elle est passee a cote de moi The following evening, Fadely invited us to meet his wife and children at his home in the camp.
Fadely! - Hello, mate! - Hello.
- How are you? - Very well.
Lovely to see you.
Thank you for inviting us over.
Very well, I am glad and happy to see you at my home.
Come in, please.
When they grow up, do you think they're going to grow up here, or will they be? When they are adults, do you think they'll be in - I hope, I hope - in Western Sahara? I hope, I hope, as all of the wish of all the Saharawi, that to be grow in his homeland.
He now is six year here in the exile, so I want the rest of his life to be in his homeland.
My children, their grandfather is in Laayoune, all of their family, there, because in the exile, just me and my sister.
So my son and my daughter, all of them, they are very, veryvery interested to one day to see their grandfather or their uncles.
They never have seen them.
But there's little sign of a solution here.
Morocco has offered a degree of autonomy to Western Sahara, but the Polisario want full independence.
Without more help from the outside world, I wonder whether Fadely will ever be reunited with the rest of his family.
After a week in the desert, it was time to continue my journey along the Tropic of Cancer.
That meant catching an internal flight across Algeria.
Algeria's about five times the size of France.
We're going to fly over part of it now and get back on the Tropic of Cancer.
But our flight is at 3 o'clock in the morning.
Apparently, it's because the Algerian government doesn't want people flying during daylight hours, so they don't see secret military installations on the ground.
Very odd.
I was heading for Tamanrasset, an ancient city on the edge of the Sahara desert.
We finally arrived at five in the morning.
OK, we're off again.
During the 1 99os, tens of thousands of people died in Algeria during a bloody civil war between the army and Islamic militants.
The war's now over, but there's still a threat from suicide bombers linked to Al-Qaeda, and as foreigners, we were given a police escort from the airport.
But Tamanrasset seemed peaceful enough.
The city is a crossroads in the desert, and for centuries it's been an important trading post for the nomadic Tuareg people of the Sahara.
Said Chitour was going to be my guide in Algeria.
- So, Said.
- Yes? - Where have you brought us today? - To the camel market.
And this is the biggest one in the area, in the region.
It's a junction in the desert, middle of nowhere, really.
It's the middle of the Sahara, and it's the place where Basically there is a big transaction going on, and trades of the camels.
And here they are.
Bloody hell, look how many Said took me to meet Brahim Yaya, one of the most successful Tuareg camel dealers in the Sahara.
- Oh.
- Oh Oh, I don't like it when camels look at us! Brahim, can we ask you, you're a camel breeder and a camel trader? Is that correct? IN TRANSLATION: I have several hundred camels.
I'm one of the biggest breeders in Algeria.
That makes you a very rich man! Yes, yes.
Because for nomads all around the world, wealth is not about owning banks or aeroplanes.
It's about having camels, livestock.
Oh.
Ooooh.
You're a city man.
You're not particularly happy around camels? Yeah, you don't know how the reaction Vous n'avez pas trouve? - Il faut avoir de boules comme ca! - He needs to have big balls.
Can we ask you about this camel? What do you think about this one? Good for breeding? Good for buying? - Est-ce qu'il est bon pour acheter? - Il n'est pas vieux.
SAID: He's not old.
SIMON: Ooh! IN TRANSLATION: He's five.
When he was four, he only had two teeth, and when he's six, he'll have six.
So come on, Brahim, are you tempted by this fine beast here, are you tempted to buy this one? Je ne l'achete pas, mais si vous me l'achetez, oui, j'accepte! SAID: If you buy it for me, I will accept.
In the age of the four-wheel drive, camels aren't used a great deal as transport any more.
Most of these animals will be killed for their meat, which is eaten across much of north Africa.
While camel caravans are now rare here, Tamanrasset remains an important crossroads for other travellers, on an extraordinary journey out of the tropics.
There's a lot of African faces on the streets of this town, and they're mainly illegal immigrants from sub-Saharan Africa, who are travelling north through Algeria, trying to get to Europe.
Up to 3o,ooo African migrants are said to be in Tamanrasset at any one time.
Many of them have literally walked hundreds of miles across the Sahara desert to get here.
But we couldn't stop to talk to them - we'd been warned they would be arrested.
It's quite an extraordinary story, actually, because what they go through, what these guys, and they are mainly men, go through on theirjourney - the suffering, the harassment, they cross deserts, they cross mountains, they're constantly facing the threat of arrest.
And they're aiming to reach the promised land, Europe, the land of jobs and employment.
Our next stop along the Tropic was the beautiful Algerian oasis town of Djanet.
This used to be a tourist gateway for adventure holidays in the Sahara.
- Yeah, Djanet.
- What does Djanet mean? Paradise.
Jannah.
From jannah, Djanet.
So the actual name of the town means paradise? Yeah.
Paradise in Arabic.
Said worked as a tour guide until 1 992.
But when the civil war began, the tourists stopped coming.
Said retrained as a journalist, assisting foreign correspondents who came to report on the conflict and the terrorism that still blights this country.
Said, Algeria has a bit of an image problem, I think, doesn't it? And there's been another suicide bombing just in the last few days.
What is the security situation like at the moment here? If I compare the situation, security situation today and yesterday, which is during the last decades, black decades, it was really, seriously dangerous to come to Algeria.
Tens of thousands have died here, haven't they? - 2OO,OOO.
- 2OO,OOO people? That's quite extraordinary.
Yeah, Algerian people suffer.
You couldn't imagine how the Algerian people suffer from terror.
Nobody knows how Algerian, our people suffer here.
Mens and womens, been innocent people killed, slaughtered, kidnapped, raped.
It was awful.
And do you think I mean, do you think life is getting better in Algeria? Can you imagine a day when you'll be able to stop hanging out with journalists or TV crews like us, and you'll be able to go back to your old love, hanging out with tour groups, and taking people out to see the wildlife and nature of Algeria? I dream really about it, because I wish that one day the peace come back totally in my country and no more attacks, no more suicide bombers, and then the people will live normally as anybody around the world.
From Algeria, my route east took me towards another country with a tarnished international image - Libya.
It was just a few hours'drive through some truly stunning scenery.
Relations between Libya and Algeria have long been tense, and this border has been closed to foreigners for decades.
But after endless negotiations, the Libyan authorities had agreed to let us through.
Just a couple more hours of paperwork and we were across, and aiming for the Libyan town of Ghat, just north of the Tropic of Cancer.
First impressions were very positive.
Hello, my friend.
Welcome to Libya.
Libya is very nice country.
SIMON: Do you think we're going to have a good time here? Inshallah.
- Inshallah.
- Inshallah.
Ah! Ahhh! Aaaah! And we've arrived.
This is Libya.
This is the Acacous tourist hotel.
The gentleman behind me, though, is our government minder.
He looks like a mini Colonel Gadaffi.
Anyway, this is where we're staying tonight, and then we start heading east.
(BELL TINKLES ONTO FLOOR) Bloody hell! Broken the bloody door.
Look, well, if there's any doubt about where we are, the man himself.
I'll just fix the door! With guides and drivers, we'd picked up quite an entourage.
Very lucky.
This is Mr Tariq, who's travelling with us.
Mr Tariq is the money man.
And look how much money he's got! (LAUGHING) - Ten dinara.
- Ten dinara.
That's how much I get.
- Seven dollar.
- Seven dollars? - Mr Ahmed's getting out more money.
- Five dinars.
Five dinars.
And on that, there's just a camel.
Camel, yeah.
Well, thank you very much! Come on.
Southwest Libya has some of the most beautiful desert in the entire Sahara.
It was time to head off-road.
And there was one place we just had to visit.
(SINGING IN ARABIC) This is extraordinary.
This is like asomething from a dream, almost.
A lake in the desert.
You'd think you'd found paradise.
Maybe you have.
Even though it's a bone-dry ocean of sand, there are vast reserves of water deep beneath parts of the Sahara.
Here, the water table reaches the surface to form an oasis, the Ubari Lakes.
The water's salty and buoyant, like the Dead Sea.
- Can I ask you? - Ah, yes.
Has anybody told you that you look like Colonel Gadaffi? Er My, my grandfather before - Back.
- OK, back.
Yes, yes, in Mecca, in Mecca.
- In Mecca? - Yes.
My grandfather and grandfather Gadaffi - They were - Brothers.
- Brothers? - Yes.
Before.
So not only do you look like Colonel Gadaffi, - but you are related to Colonel Gadaffi.
- The Gadaffi.
And we're going to go swimming together.
Swim's easy, very easy, Gadaffi.
- It's very easy? - Yeah, I am.
I'm Gadaffi, same same in Libya.
- Same same.
- Yes, yes.
Same same but different? - Yeah Not different - Not different? Yes, I am Libyan and Gadaffi Libyan.
No problem.
Is good.
Excuse me.
- It's good, but it's cold.
- Yes.
Any crocodiles here? Snakes? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
- No, no, no, no, no? Are you sure? - Yeah, very nice.
- In this.
- Yes.
Looks amazing! Swim, swim, my friend.
Swim.
All right.
It's all salty here.
Sahara, water, oh, my God.
This is good country.
- Good country? - Yes.
Sun, and water, and Sahara, and my friend, good friend.
Thank you, my God! My journey through the tropics takes me across the region of the planet already bearing the brunt of global climate change.
Even out here in the middle of the world's largest desert, there's worrying evidence of how humans are affecting the environment.
Some of the Ubari Lakes have mysteriously dried up.
Opinion seems to be divided about what's happened here.
Some scientists blame this on global climate change, while others say that it's the result of farmers in this area over-using the water supply from the groundwater, so the pool of water that exists deep underneath the ground across this entire area.
But either way, the result is a dead lake.
Water has always been one of the biggest issues for the countries of north Africa that straddle the Sahara.
But the parched desert holds many surprises, as I would discover as my journey took me on to the far southeast of Libya, and the biggest water project on Earth.
On the way, we pass through the city of Sabha.
Its only real claim to fame is that it's where Colonel Gadaffi went to school.
Propped up by oil money, he's ruled this country with an iron grip for more than 4o years.
Surly or smiling, in Libya you can't escape his domineering presence.
Apparently, this is the hut where Colonel Gadaffi used to live when he was a student in the city.
And they've immortalised it here, on a roundabout in the middle of the city.
Let's have a look inside.
Well, it's a simple little hut, as you can see.
But they've got a visitors' book here.
Just checking through it.
There's an entry here from somebody.
''Thank you very much for the visit to the historical place, ''and the opportunity to hear of the early life of Colonel Gadaffi.
''It's greatly appreciated.
'' Robin Seeley, I think that looks like.
General? General Robin Seeley? British Prime Minister's representative for defence and security matters.
Blimey.
Well, it's interesting, though, that he's been here, because in the last few years, Libya's really been brought in from the cold.
Tony Blair came here, lucky Libyans, as a reward for them changing some of their policies on nuclear matters.
- Ahmed? - Yeah? Can you call - Can you call the Colonel? - No.
Not here.
We need to get him on the phone.
Can you call the Colonel? - Not telephone, but, er - No? - It doesn't work.
- Yes.
With endless desert stretching ahead of us, we decided to enlist some help.
So we're heading south and east from here, to a place called Al Kufra.
But if we were to try and go overland, we wouldn't make it, or it would take us months, because there's a giant sand sea between us and our destination.
So instead, we're going to get a bit of help, and we're going to hop some of the way.
Our last stop on this leg would be the remote town of Al Kufra, close to the border with Egypt.
We headed straight back out into the desert.
Looking around, it looks as though there's absolutely nothing here.
It's dry and it's arid.
But there's water out here.
My God, look at this.
What a sight.
The Great Man-Made River project is one of the biggest engineering schemes ever undertaken.
It's described by Colonel Gadaffi as the eighth wonder of the world, and for once, he might be right.
Water was first discovered beneath the desert in Al Kufra in the 1 97os.
In the years since, the Libyans have begun building a vast network of pipes across the desert.
When it's finished, this part of the project will pump more than one billion gallons of water a day from aquifers, vast underground lakes deep beneath the desert, to Libya's growing coastal cities.
Oh, we have to watch this! The scale of this project is breathtaking.
How much does each section of pipe weigh? The weight of the pipe, 8O tonnes.
- 8O tonnes? - Yes.
It's quite extraordinary to see, because everything about this project is huge, it's colossal.
The number of pipes, the size of the sections, the amount of water it will take, the length of the trench and the length of the pipeline.
It's extraordinary.
They're working around the clock here, but it will still take another three years to complete this section of the pipeline.
That's precision work, look at that.
Just imagine this, filled with water, flowing thataway towards the cities on the coast.
This is just one branch of the Great Man-Made River pipeline project, and when it's all completed and connected up, the flow of water heading towards the sea, heading towards the coast, will be equivalent to the flow of the River Thames.
It's extraordinary.
For all the justifiable criticism of Gadaffi's dictatorship, the country's oil wealth hasn't been completely wasted.
Libyans are the wealthiest in Africa.
And this grand water project is likely to be a huge benefit to this country for decades to come.
We've travelled from the Atlantic coast to here in southeast Libya.
It's been a long, hard, but amazing trip.
East from here, thataway, is Egypt, and that'll be my next stop, when I'll be travelling from the River Nile to mysterious Oman.
Next time, among the treasures of southern Egypt, I share a meal with some local Bedouin boys.
Bloody hell! I'm amazed they didn't get the bit that's in my mouth! From the underwater marvels of the Red Sea, I cross Saudi Arabia to Dubai They're building the tallest building in the world.
and head on to meet the wildlife on the edge of the Arabian peninsula.