I Camped In The Sahara!

I’ve been sunburnt while camping in the Sahara, Travelled through thick snow and ran through the rain to make a bus – all in the last 6 days, all in the same country.

I Travelled for hours through the Atlas mountains, mountains that look like mountains from all over the world – all crowded together. A mixture of snow covered, red-earth and greeneryish peaks – dotted with small villages.
I am exhausted after camping in the desert, riding camels, ‘snow’boarding down the dunes and having lunch in solar powered mud-huts.

I’ve Watched, simply the best sunsets I have ever seen; followed by incredible moon rises, with non-light polluted views of the milky way, in between
 I rode, squashed, in very unofficial “am I being kidnapped?” looking taxis to Couch-Surf in Zagora and Ouarzazate. Towns dominated with mosques, that amplify Islamic calls to prayer from their tower tops.

I have also been graced with the experience of ‘hole in the ground’ toilets. Toilets that are in restaurants, homes – the lot.
(I may as well go as far as saying that a self-applied bucket of water replaces what us westerners call “toilet paper”)
I have not showered in days.

Not to mention Marrakech! the very destination I had in mind. I am back in the Riad/Hostel now, prolonging a long-awaited wash, to write this.
(every Monday buddy!)
Next week I’ll try to write the descriptive article I failed to find when researching this place. I’ll post that. But right now, I am going to get scrubbed by a half-naked man.
Au Revoir!