Desert Camp

“If a flower can flourish in the desert, you can flourish anywhere.”

- Matshona Dhliwayo

Prior to leaving Irfoud I took a shower not sure if there would be one and charged my devices as there was not power. I should say this would be glamming at its best but let’s say camping. Japanese camels arrived a fleet of Toyota land cruisers 3 to a Japanese camels the land was flat and reddish not as red as Australian soils out first stop was a Berber camp. They used to be nomads but now stay in once place where they shepherded there livestock and live in family units. They king let’s them use the land for free. The family we visited was wonderful the lady wanted us to see inside her house the dirt floor was clean

Onward we drove the landscape changes there are less and less villages finally we arrive to take camels the last kilometre into camp or you could take the car. I made sure they did not smell before I deceided on what my mode of transport would be. A demonstration on how to mount, how to hold on for getting up and down. But before starting the drives helped wrap my face in scarf to protect my face from dust.

All the camels are males as most were. 10 years old

That night the wind was getting stronger so we moved from outside to the main tent. Sub-Saharan musicians came and entertain us so much fun and so very very loud. The Moroccans enjoyed the chance to dance together yelling as they danced. Diner was a bowl of beef and chickpeas soup or better known as Harira which we ate with dates and sweet treats. Then the tagine appears chicken and beef and a small vegetable soo much food

That night we went to bed with the tens blowing and flapping in the wind to be woken in the middle of the night by a rain storm not that you would know as the ground was dry. As an FYI each tens had a tent on the side with a compose toilet and running warm water to wash you face.