Honestly, I don't think I've ventured so far, so deep and away from everything that is familiar to me than our excursion into the Sahara Desert.
It took two full days in a car, switch-backing through the Atlas Mountains, to get to the edge of the desert. From there, it was three hours of four-wheel driving sixty kilometers through the dunes to get to our camp. Sixty kilometers into the Sahara Desert in Northern Africa.
I've refreshed my (literal) understanding of what it takes to get to Timbuktu.
It took two full days in a car, switch-backing through the Atlas Mountains, to get to the edge of the desert. From there, it was three hours of four-wheel driving sixty kilometers through the dunes to get to our camp. Sixty kilometers into the Sahara Desert in Northern Africa.
I've refreshed my (literal) understanding of what it takes to get to Timbuktu.
Zagora--the last stop before it's all said and done sand.
Baby dunes:
Sooooo, it rains in the Sahara Desert about one day per year. And never in spring. DS and I had a little "moment," while we were repacking to transition from the mountains to the desert, about whether to bring our rain gear with us or send it back to Marakech where the bulk of our bags would be waiting for us.
I mean, it never, ever rains in the desert.
I mean, it never, ever rains in the desert.
Well, never say never.
Our camp. Evening #1.
Big dunes:
Luckily, it all cleared overnight. The sun shined and the stars twinkled. One will never feel so close to space than gazing up at an African nighttime sky.
Our tent was on the far edge of camp, super private, super on the edge of nowhere.
Our tent had a bathroom! And bedrooms!
Le petit prince:
First time for everything:
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