The easiest part of covering the Dakar Rally is to take pictures, at least for us who drive. The chances of all going wrong are there all the time, and one can be sure something will go wrong: the car breaks down at the wrong time, the tire flats repeatedly, the police will not let you go even though you’re accredited, the leader is not where you hoped they would pass, the locals still stay near the track at the risk of being hit or getting in the way of the picture, among many other things. You also have to deal with the large distances between the camps, often tricky to navigate and with the few hours of sleep, because the photos need to be sent daily. But in the end, after about 5,600 miles driven in 15 days, from the Atlantic to the Pacific and back, twice crossing the Andes and the Atacama desert, I’m already making plans and thinking: what about next year?