Travel Blogs from Merzouga
Leaving last Friday at 5 o'clock to catch a 6 o'clock train, we happily thought to ourselves, "wow we are so prepared and ready for this long but exciting trip!" Everything set up perfectly and after waiting 5 weeks to see the Sahara we were finally on our way........so we thought. The taxi driver, who we told as always, to take us to "Gare Agdal" (Agdal train station) took us to the wrong station in downtown Rabat. When we told him ...
... the only place to see it was at a service station on the main road about 10mins drive away. The girls were keen to watch the game and unusually I persuaded Joyce to come as well. When we got arrived the cafe to the side of the service station was crowded with mostly locals (men) and a few other tourists. This was the first time I had ever taken Joyce on a date to a service station, she was none to impressed but had fun anyway!
Wednesday 5th April
... weiterer fliegender Teppiche (diesmal Berber) ein Mittagessen gibt.
Merzouga ist dann der letzte Ort vor der Sahara und besteht aus 3 Hotels, hinter denen dann auch gleich die bis zu 200 m hohen Sanddünen beginnen und unsere Kamele auf uns warten. Wenn man denkt, dass die Sahara eine flache Angelegenheit ist, dann irrt man sich gewaltig. Der 2 Stundenritt ist ein ewiges auf und ab, entlang und über die Dünen, die den ...
... We learnt about how the Roman’s organized their city and saw the terrific mosaics on the floors of many of the larger rooms in the massive houses. While only half of the area has been excavated this was a truly magnificent spot. It is amazing to think that this area was the southern boundary of the Roman Empire while the northern border is marked by Hadrian’s Wall, which we visited near the border of England and Scotland all those months ago.
... next to us on our camels.
8) Being rewarded with a cool breeze when we struggled to the top of a steep, shifting-sliding dune.
9) Hearing the little boy’s mischievous laugh when we lunched at the Berber widow’s tent.
10) Of course, barreling down the huge dunes, holding hands.
After spending 12.5 years living in the desert of south-east California, I thought that I might be bored of ...