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Travel Blogs from Merzouga
... into view displaying the very last of the winter snow in sheltered crevices. We stopped to observe some monkeys in a national park before having lunch in a local town where the main street was lined with eateries all offering tagines or barbequed meat which hung uncovered along the street often with the head still attached. Again upon strolling the streets, the locals were so friendly and all happy to return a smile.
It was always going to be ...
... space in the sand to write. There's nothing but sand to write in here.
Last night we had personal performances by a ganoua tribe. Their music made from the clinking and beating of shackles, slaves feet and strong hearts resounded through me. Shaking me with raw emotion as their drums led my heart on a race through time and space. I got to play them my music. It was one of my favorite days of life because I got to give back ...
... three pants, two pairs of socks, a shirt around my neck as a scarf and my towel as a hair wrap, I'm as ready as I can be. The cold I had which reappeared back in Essaouira has now got worse and all this road travel hasn't made it any better. Today we face another long drive, leaving at around 8:30 am we continue our trek to the desert. Some occasional stops along the way and 8 hours later we arrive.
The lengthy 2 day drive and lack of explanation of sites on 90 percent of ...
Mustapha walked the whole way and it
was approximately 5km and one and a half hours before we got to the
berber camp situated behind a huge dune. The old man that lived at
the camp was in Merzouga picking up supplies, so the three of us were
along and it was great. We took the supplies off the camels and set
up camp before I ran off to cuddle the resident donkey that lived
there. Whilst Mustapha was cooking vegetable tangine, Charly and ...
... this was a slight hiccup in our plans, we were not discouraged and finally arrived at Gare Agdal just as excited and eager as ever. As we waited on the platform, the sky began to darken. It had rained a bit throughout the day but we were not concerned. We had joked about bringing rain coats and boots to the desert--what a crazy idea! As we stood there waiting with all of our camping gear, sneakers, wool sweaters and socks we laughed about needing rain gear in the ...