Today was very much a day of travelling. We had a stop over in a town whoes name we never got but it was near the valley if the roses. We walked through fields where farmers (mainly consisting of elderly women) were picking some plant which is fed to animals to aid in digestion. From the fields we went into a town and the guide took us through narrow streets giving us a better feel of morto an life. We were then ushered into a small house in which morrocan rugs are made. The owner, a middle aged man set us in a room and offered us a glass of green tea. Ye then gave us information on Moroccan rugs, how they are made and what certain designs may mean. This was all very interesting but very quickly changes to a sales plot and soon the atmosphere changed when it was obvious nobody was going to buy his merchandise. The stop over in the village actually got really tiresome as our tour guide kept taking us from shop to shop trying to get us to buy bits and pieces. Another stopover was at a fossel shop, I mean come on, who wants to buy a stone on their dessert treck.
When we finally got to the dessert our moods drastically changed. We all had a scarf which we wrapped around our heads and covered our faces with and this was perfect for some sahara selfies. The camels were amazing. My guy, I named scar because of some suspicious looking marks on his body and neck, was in the front but I feel he was a bit on the lazy side because brids camel (named badass after his nose ring and boisterous personality) kept trying to pass him out. The camel trek was beautiful, the dessert was so quiet and the orange sand dunes were exactly as I pictures them to be.
When we got to our camp the camels were stopped and allowed to rest, we had to walk a bit to get to our tent. I eagerly threw off my shoes in order to feel the Sahara sand in-between my toes. Half way out of the area where the camels sleep brid informed me that all the black stones were not actually stones but camel poo, you can imagine how overjoyed I was with this information. No better place to walk barefoot through meters of poo that in the Sahara desert, after all water is more than abundant for washing. Our camp was really cool, one massive tent with many rooms which served as bedrooms. Brid and I had a room to ourselves and after dumping our bags we eagerly went for an exploration stroll. This quickly became the best laugh. Up on the sand dooms we started acting ridicules, running stamping throwing ourselves around and even pretending we were airplanes. It was so liberating and when the three Japanese started copying us we knew we where pretty much the coolest people in the whole entire Sahara. When we got back into the tent the sweat was literally dripping off our bodies. This usually wouldn't bother me too much, however when you are sitting with two Italian gods it is a bit of a problem.
As we waited for dinner the group (everybody minus the frenchies) had a lovely time chatting and playing cards, it was so enjoyable and the perfect was to end the night. After dinner we sat outside while the Sahara guides played the drums and sang, the lyrics consisted of Africa, Sahara and..... That was it. Musically gifted so they were. They did let us play the drums for a while which was a great way to show off in front of and thus seduce the Italians, score!! Brid told me a lovely bed time story about a haunted house in gortnahoe which I am ashamed to say really freaked me out and then it was sleep time. Although the journey to the dessert was at times difficult it was without a doubt worth it, the Sahara visit will without a doubt be one of my top travel experiences.