Haven La Chance Desert Hotel Merzouga

... such as dining in a kasbah ruin at sunset . we have  many experiences in store for you . they are all truly unique !!
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... When we returned Sunday morning, he said "Welcome back, hamdullah!" (thanks be to god). No truer words. Some people in our group are more outdoorsy than others and I think some were wondering if or when they would make it out of the desert! :-) (Sidebar: It's funny but I haven't been worried about anything on this trip. Even going with the guides - I have to laugh thinking about it. We all just gave this guy our money ...

... the caravan are linked together via the tails and noses until they form a line. I was positioned at the back. We headed out toward the oasis camp where we would stay for the evening and the first feeling was that we immediately knew we would enjoy the time spent in the strange desert environment. This is so different to anywhere else we have been, every desert is different. The Sahara Desert (The Great Desert) is the world's largest hot desert and the world's second ...

Today we drove about an hour outside of the local town to a small tented camp in the dunes of the Sahara in Merzouga. One of my HBS buddies, Jon Bunt, had given us the heads up that taking ATVs out on the sand dunes was one of the most fun things he had experienced. He was definitely right. We had a guide and each of us had our own quad. It took a little getting used to at first, but was truly amazing once we got the hang of it. Riding over ...

... tôt, le son de la sirène annoncant la fin du awm, le jeûne. Il n'y a alors plus personne dans les rues, car c'est l'heure du petit déjeuner composé d'une soupe, d'un jus de fruit, de gateaux marocains et d'un téh a la menthe, toujours aussi délicieux. Cela constitue pour moi une véritable économie car au lieu d'aller dans un resto à touristes et de payer 60dh, je vais avec les locaux et n'en pait que 20. Samedi matin, je partais à l'assault de la médina de ...

... didn't like me. I think it was because we wouldn't do things his way. He probably made less commission as a result. His only words to us during the 8 hour journey was "we will get lunch in this city" and "I smell bad (while looking at my feet)". He also said that we had to pay him for the trip with 6 hours left on our trip. I refused and told him he would only get his money in Fez. Arrived to our hotel; Hotel ...

... with this and because the King was in town, Doc closed the clinic last week. We were all over the news and even the USDA and the American Ambassador were involved. I think that they have finally been able to reach some sort of agreement after a week of no supplies. Because the Fondouk was closed, there was not much for the students to do. After a day of just sitting around and hanging out by the pool, we decided to take matters ...

... spent a sleepless night searching in vain for his wayward charge who, in the morning, miraculously turned up many kilometres away at a different camp. Days in the desert are hot, nights are cold with whipping winds that tear across the dunes. Mel needed her warmth so she slept under one of the tents. Paul bundled himself up in his sleeping bag and slept outside under the stars and awoke to the braying of our camels and a frozen face ...

... black darkness and the only light, other than that from the headlights, was that of the stars and fabulous full moon. We veered off the main road at a small sign and literally began driving IN the desert, no more paved road but a crazy labyrinth of tire tracks in dirt and sand and rocks, the headlights revealing absolutely nothing but more and more flat earth as far as we could see. This was a bit nerve wrecking. At this point we were looking for a cheap place ...

... facing downhill which didn't help matters any. (I hate sleeping with my head below my feet.) In the middle of the night, I woke up with my face about an inch from a post, so decided to turn myself so that I was sleeping with my head at Martin's feet, though I still couldn't keep the covers on! I could also smell oranges all night - here there was an orange (that I'd squished) in the pocket of the coat which I was using for a pillow. (We also didn't have our own sleeping bags and ...