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Published: October 2nd 2010
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7am sees us packed and in the car park outside the Fez medina where we meet Abdullah and Abdullah our driver and our guide - convient that they both have the same names, so Rochelle quickly christens one " Driver Abdullah" , we become Fatima and Nima and we hit the road. It a long windy and hot trip to the desert, about seven hours in total with no music and little to distract us , so its lucky we like each other.
We arrive at the edge of the Sarah at around 5pm and get out first glimpse of the dunes, golden pale sand offset by a deep blue sky. After Abdullah asking us to " seba, seba" or hurry as our camels are waiting, we stow our stuff in a less than reputable Kasbah and after having our scarves turned into turbans climb on to our camels and head off into the great desert.
Its an amazing moment, somewhat surreal, as we come around a bend to see rolling dunes carved into shapes by the wind and there is not a sound except for the odd giggle of course! The dunes roll on and on, the camels
hiss and spit, we feel every muscle in our legs and onwards towards camp we travel. We trek for about an hour and a half into the dunes to our Berber camp and arrive after the sun has gone done. The tents are made from wool, the floors covered with rugs, the dining area is in the centre and we have our own private table away for the tour group but of course next to two aussie lads. We chat about our travel tales so far, as a warm breeze blows and the sky is lit up by stars. The clarity of the stars is amazing and we see at least four shooting stars. After a dinner of soup, tangine and fruit there's Berber music by the campfire and bad Berber jokes are told. One by one the tourists peel away for bed until there are only two. Rochelle is in for the long haul all night to see the moon rise whilst I chose to get at least four hours sleep so I can be ready to watch the sunrise. I bed down on clean sheets under two camel hair blankets and as I marvel at the night sky
can't help but think of my boys who are also in the outdoors, albeit Forster. So many thousands of kilometers away but still connected by the heart and camping!
After a surprisingly good nights sleep I climb the highest dune around me with the Aussie boys to watch the sun rise. The dunes are golden, windswept and unmarked and the sky pale. It’s a beautiful thing to watch the light creeping over the dunes, slowly and surely lighting up the Saraha for the day. We decided that the dune behind has probably an even better view and trek upwards except its so steep we are on our knees literally clawing our way to the top. The view makes it worth the effort as it is vast and sweeping. After more berber whiskey (mint tea) at camp its time to get that camel caravan rolling and head back towards the Kasbah……..
Love P
PS Boys I hope the raft building is going well - can't wait to hear if it floats!
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Thomas,Will, Jamesie
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cool photos
Hi auntie Pip, how are you?Very cool pics, sounds like you guys are having a good time- bet you miss us! Was it fun going on the camel?, how was your bottom after the very long ride? Look forward to hearing more, see you when you get back. Don't worry we looked after Xee and Finny really well for you. Love from the Tommys. xxoo