Imagine an enormous ocean of sand: the Ténéré. This vast sea is surrounded by a multitude of islands, each more beautiful than the last: Arrakao, a crab claw filled with orange sand; Temet, home to the tallest dunes in the Sahara; Adrar Bous and Adrar Chiriet, two enchanted islands amid waves of sand; the oases of Fachi and Bilma, which appear like mirages in the Grand Erg of Bilma; and the sandstone formations of Djado, where the light dances on the rocks, creating colors that shift throughout the day. Then there are the mountain oases of Timia and Iferouane, rich with water and cultivated gardens, where the proud Tuareg people infuse every space with their vibrant culture.
Not far from Agadez, a mythical Saharan city and crossroads of diverse cultures, gigantic dinosaur bones emerge at Gadafoua and Meridet.
Niger is where our Saharan roots run deep, a place dear to our hearts, where year after year our story has been built. As Professor Théodore Monod once said, every Saharan has their “diocese,” and this is ours.
