Chapter 791: Arriving at the Sahara (Two in One)
The rope was untied and re-fastened to the bow.
Bi Fang, barefoot, stepped onto the sandy land, dragging the boat ashore and stretching the rope to tie it around a large tree on the bank.
The sun had already set, but the golden sands still retained the warmth of the sunlight, dispersing a hint of the autumn night's chill.
The soles of his feet rubbed against the sand, bringing a hard-to-describe sense of solidity.
Rainwater will eventually fall to the ground, and travelers will have their paths home.
This was a challenge that seemed unattainable, as well as a testament to humans facing their limits.
For most, the closest they might get to Nemo Point would be to pick up a map or a globe, or to open mapping software and enter this mysterious coordinate: [45º52.6S, 123º23.6W]
That deserted and mystic stretch of ocean might indeed allow one to truly cast aside all of the current pressures and unwind.
But first, you had to ensure you could get there—and survive.