Blanca & Ian's Travels Morocco
Trip Report - 2013 |
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The Sahara |
Day by Day
It was south once more & over the last small mountain before we dropped into the start of the desert. Yes, the excitement was building. First though, we had to stop for the camel ride that my wife was so looking forward to – as well as dreading. She was afraid of camel spitting, biting & of course . . . falling off. A beautiful-looking riad called Chez Pasha was our way stop for this experience. On the left after the village of Oulad Edriss, it was a stark contrast to all around it. It boasts a pool, an outside patio bar, restaurant etc with some a large comfy lounging gazebo. This was also our staging area for the desert trek & the profusion of 4x4 SUVs in the parking lot proved that we would not be alone. It was now a wonderful 30C or so with blazing sun & the pool looked very inviting.
But we had camels to ride. Well . . . let’s be honest here. You don’t
exactly ride them. You hang on while a wrangler walks ahead & leads the
pack that is tethered together. It was just my wife & I so our caravan
was pretty small. I took the lead camel – the lead is always the docile
old pro – while my wife took the follower. We were led across the road
& into the sand & dunes. Acacia trees dotted the area & it was very
atmospheric after we left the noise & photo-marring power lines behind.
The camels plodded along except for the jarring ups & downs on dunes.
As usual, my wife’s beast liked to munch on passing greenery. And five
minutes out, my legs were in the I’m-too-extended mode which made the
ride less than comfortable but horses do the same thing to me. Anyways,
it was really cool in a dorky way but an hour was more than enough. We
‘rode’ back to the Chez Pasha gate. Then it was chill time at Chez
Pasha until 4pm. We lunched & lounged & fed the cats until the allotted
hour. And we noticed & acknowledged the LA couple, for the third time
in the third place. |
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Camel riding | Chez Pacha's map of the desert | Camel riding | |||
We had company for the drive. Two other SUVs – each with one couple -
and yes, the LA couple was one of them in a black SUV. It would appear
that the other two drivers didn’t know the way across the desert to
their respective camps. One was coming to our camp & the other – the LA
couple – needed to be led to another. The hotel manager had sidled up
to Said & asked if he would lead them. He agreed because there is
always safety in numbers in the desert anyway. We made one last stop in
the very last outpost M’Hamid El Ghizlane. Water. We bought 3 frozen &
a 4 pak of unfrozen as suggested. A cluster of kids surrounded us
clamoring for candy or money as we belted in. The giveaway pens we
brought for such times were still safely packed deep in our suitcase . .
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M’Hamid El Ghizlane | Said in Bedouin dress | The end of the road | |||
Anyway, the drive was incredible as the route traverses bumpy & stony
parts, small sand dunes & sandy scrub patches along the way. Many
tracks weave through the route as drivers search for a smooth path. You
drive roughly west/northwest between two mountain ranges with the
southerly one – more distant - at the closed Algerian border. Said
pointed out small plants with yellow flowers that his mother had boiled –
twice – the 2nd time with herbs - to make an edible vegetable. Or the
poison plant: berberis – that grows everywhere & its milk will
temporarily blind you – but the nomads also use it for treatment of eczema.
Even the wood stinks too much so they don’t burn it. We stopped at a
waterhole where three cautious donkeys let the lure of some dates we had
in our stash overcome their shyness. Some minor dunes gave Said the
chance to really use his 4WD & we told him that he was ready for some
real Canadian snow now. He liked the idea & was eager to try. It was a
fun drive. |
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Nomad camels in the desert |
Sahara dunes The mtns are the border with Algeria |
Sahara dunes | |||
Donkeys at the waterhole | The Sahara | Green desert - the poison plant | |||
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Camels graze with dust in the air | |||||
We all – by all I mean all 4 of us since we only 2 couples at this point
- hit the dunes for sunset. In the distance you could see tiny figures
on the tallest dunes as others did the same. Beautiful. |
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The Chegaga dunes | The Chegaga dunes | ||||
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Desert camp | Inside our hut | Desert camp | |||
We had nice meat tagine meal & I contributed 2 bottles of my wine to the table & the Quebecois couple bought a bottle of red from the camp. We finished the evening around the campfire with a drum performance by the camp guys in costume. I missed the spider sighting by the campfire but I heard talk of a big one that got away from a stomp by one of the camp crew. We had a running joke about scorpions & the 2 oranges I kept to throw at them but ultimately, they were not needed.
We fell asleep with the door wide open watching the millions of stars stretching
all the way down to the horizon. |
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Drums in the dark | Our driver - Said at dusk | ||||
A Note about the pictures . . . For High Res Versions of the photos on this page go to: The Sahara & Anti-Atlas to Taroudant And keep clicking the magnifying glass in the lower right corner
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