Having devoured a fair bit of supplies from Vartan's fridge (sorry, buddy, after thirty kilometers my appetite is like a lion's), I slowly got ready, loaded the bags onto my steel horse, put the keys on the table, and set off towards my main goal - Makhtesh Ramon.
Makhtesh means "crater", but not one created by a meteorite impact or a volcanic eruption, as usual, but an erosional one, washed out by that very flash flood – a wadi. Considering that the dimensions of the Ramon crater are 8 by 40 kilometers, that must have been quite a flood! A titan must have taken a leak.
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