04012 Paris-Le Cap 1992
Fabrizio Meoni (Yamaha-Byrd, marathon race) in Cape Town
04015 Paris-Tripoli-Dakar 1991
Taxi brousse (common transport) in Mali
04019 Paris-Tripoli-Dakar 1991
Daniele Papi, Yamaha-Byrd team general manager
04029 Paris-Tripoli-Dakar 1991
The ferry shuttling all participants to Tripoli
04030 Paris-Tripoli-Dakar 1991
Tatra truch in Senegal
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Suzuki team (Gaston Rahier in the middle) in Libyan desert
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04059 Paris-Le Cap 1992
Mitsubishi open air repair shop
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04062 Former Formula One driver, belgian Jacky Ickx
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04046 Paris-Tripoli-Dakar 1991
Local truck in southern Libya
04056 Paris-Tripoli-Dakar 1991
Queuing for early breakfast
04063 Paris-Le Cap 1992
This is what was lwft after the deadly crash which costed french Yamaha-Byrd driver Gilles Lalay his life just a few miles far from Pointe Noire (Congo) where he was unlucky enough to collide with a medical service 4x4 vehicle
04064 Paris-Le Cap 1992
Local public in Cape Town
04074 Paris-Le Cap 1992
edi Orioli servicing himself his V-Twin cagiva late at night
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04057 Paris-Tripoli-Dakar 1991
Good friend Gigi Soldano (left), photographer and cameraman, while awaiting riders in the desert. To cover such an event, press people must not only drive hours and hours every single day for almost one month (although on less tiring routes than concurrents. They must also be ahead of schedule in suggestive locations, where overall better chance exist to take pictures/footage of arriving vehicles. This implies sometimes to wait for LONG times or to rush to cope with race leaders
04040 Paris-Tripoli-Dakar 1991
Yamaha-Byrd team logistic manager Beppe Belotti while almost clashing with his counterpart in Cagiva-Lucky Strike team, Azzalin
04018 Paris-Tripoli-Dakar 1991
Local women in Mauritania
04007 Jean Luis schlesser while checking his buggy (a light, powerful 4x2 vehicle) in France, just before the departure
Farewell, good ol' Marjan... The lone king of Kabul zoo succumbs to his age at 48, after surviving years and years of deprivations and symbolizing to kabulis the spirit of resiliency itself Well.....that's sad news, indeed. To my eyes, Marjan symbolized hope. However, in thinking about that dear old lion's death I choose to believe that when he heard the swoosh of kites flying over Kabul, heard the roars from the football stadium, experienced the renewed sounds of music in the air and heard the click-click of chess pieces being moved around chessboards....well, the old guy knew that there was plenty of hope around and it was okay for him to let go and fly off, amid kite strings, to wherever it is the spirits of animals go.
Peace to you Marjan and peace to Afghanistan.
[Diana Smith, via the Internet]