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Travel Blogs from Merzouga
Two womens, camels, and Berber drum circle
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After leaving the palmery, I was thrilled to see a cross country race underway. This was the first time I noticed any "physical activity" outside of kids playing soccer or adults biking to and from the market.
Our next stop was a traditional Berber market. This is the first place we were told to either refrain from photos, or to do so very discreetly. The market area was busy, as usual, but the people here were different from those we'd seen so ...
Labas
... a wholly different way. (As a result of the full moon, stars weren't visible.) We had a giant dinner, and the staff broke out the music - guitars, hand drums, and singing.
In the meantime, I met Hassan (yes, two Hassans now), the boss of the entire tour and auberge staff. While on the camels (with him and his staff leading the way on foot), he kept checking up on us...in Spanish? When I responded in kind, he was a bit surprised - "Japon! Hablas ...
Day 11 Saharan sand at the end of the road
... work.
I was immediately accosted by the proprietor of a nearby fossil shop who insisted on me using his yard to work in. He was a retired physics and chemistry graduate who now specialised in geology. We chatted as I stripped plugs, carbs and air filter, trying not to scare the sheep which insisted on walking on my tool roll. He produced hot sweet tea which I accepted gratefully and after concluding the issue was likely poor petrol, I reassembled the ...
A Camel Trek not to be Forgotten
I knew for sure that I was going to get sick at some point on this trip, when was the question. Oh and what a convenient time.....I spent the entire bus ride trying not to throw up, fun eh! When we finally did arrive in Merzouga it was still dark out because it was 5am, we had to walk about 2km with our backpacks on to our accommodation only to find that I had emailed the owner the wrong ...
An explosion of Moroccan fun in the Arabian dunes
A bucket list item for me has been to spend a night or two out on the Sahara sands in a Bedouin tent, far from all other distractions. I have read a lot of books about the Sahara Desert and it got me thinking about the quiet and the stars and the whole feeling of being among a nomadic tribe. This day we would do just that.
But first, breakfast. Looking over the oasis we had a typical Moroccan meal of bread and fruit spreads, cheeses and coffee. Soon the flies and ...