We got up extra early after a few hours sleep in our Berber tent underneath the stars. Sleeping in the desert wasn't as bug ridden as I had expected it to be, although there was plenty to keep me on my toes and make me jump. We were up and back on the camels, eyes crusty with sleep and joints creaking from the camel trip the previous evening.
The desert was beautiful in the early morning light, all the dunes looked so soft, the air was still, everything was quiet and there wasn't any wind to kick up sand. We stopped at one point to stretch our legs and watch the sun rise over the dunes, beautiful but a mistake, getting off the camel I realised just how much of my bottom had been rubbing and chaffing not only against the saddle blanket but cheek against cheek, ouch. The sunrise was beautiful all the colours were so soft and made the dunes look the same.
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| From Merzouga, The Sahara Desert, Morocco |
We got back on our camels and headed back to the hotel, Djalma didn't get back on his, he couldn't take the chaffing any more and frankly although I didn't respect him much at the time for being such a sissy I certainly understood his pain. My cheeks needed no small amount of hardcore baby bum cream when we got back and boy, did they get it – sweet relief... ahhh...
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| From Merzouga, The Sahara Desert, Morocco |
We said goodbye to Nils and his Dad who were headed back to Tinghir, showered the sand from our creases and crevices, got our stuff together and headed into Rissani where we started our 10 hour long bus ride to Meknès.
What a bus ride, we decided to sit on the back seat despite the extra bumpy ride because of all the extra legroom. During the bus trip we tried to sleep, looked out the window, worked on photos and typed up some of the days for this diary, (there were so many spelling mistakes - and probably still are - because the ride was so bumpy). It was amazing to watch see the change in landscape out the window, we started out in the desert (lots of flat land and rocks) which gradually changed to much greener, by comparison, farmland and at one point we passed through a pine forest.
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| From Meknes and Volubilis, Morocco |
Meknès greeted us from within a big big cloud which didn't open up, thank god but looked like it was leaking gun powder mist over the landscape as we drove in, the clouds were so low.
We got a chicken dinner and were met by Daniel and his girlfriend (very pretty and friendly and didn't speak much English) and went back to his place were we met a french girl who had been travelling around Morocco for a month and was about to go back home. I crashed and burned pretty soon after we arrived, I was doing OK and then D insisted that I lay down on the couch while he gave me cafone, who was I to argue?
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