Desert madness? Seriously, I LOL at this. I’d ROFL but there’s no floor here. Only sand dunes for miles and miles in every direction. The lizard tells me that I should head due north. But I stopped trusting the lizard on Tuesday. There’s something off about him. Maybe it’s the way he plays the guitar. Or maybe it’s his Swedish accent. He’s such a know-it-all. I can’t see the car anymore. I had parked it so elegantly in the middle of that sinkhole. It must have wandered off somewhere. Probably headed north. I’ve got to stay focussed. Alert. The hyenas will be here soon. They’ve become regulars now. I like them because they seem to be in such good spirits. Always up for a good laugh. Björn Günderson says that they are just scoping me out for weaknesses. That they plan to eat me. This damn lizard’s starting to get on my nerves. I have to go now. They’ll be serving Mai Tais at sunset. I hope they remember the little cocktail umbrellas this time.