Well, I found a Fata Morgana. It was blazing hot outside (38°C, and it's only April), and we were traveling through the desert: picture sand dunes, gravel, the occasional burst tire next to the deserted street, all the way straight to the horizon. The A/C running at full blast, all but drowning out the music from the radio. And blue sky. Then a turn off, and suddenly: a fairy tale castle.
That castle was special: unlike a mirage, the castle didn't disappear when approaching. It was tangible, provided shelter from the sun, offered cooling pools, fresh and delectable foods and exquisite wines. And it also had a name: Bab Al Shams.

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