Way down below is our camp.
We spent the evening playing music with our guides and salivating as we waited for dinner to cook. By the time it was ready, it was pitch black and we were starving. It was possibly the best meal I’ve ever had–funny how hunger can do that.
We got to sleep in Berber tents, which nomads used as they traveled their trade routes. Our tent was a sturdy structure made out of branches and heavy blankets. Our sand mattress was surprisingly comfy and cozy–like sleeping on memory foam.
We rose early enough to catch the sun rise. The trip back to civilization was long and even more painful but after spending the night in the desert and witnessing such beautiful scenes, it was entirely worth it. And we will most likely remember the camel trek as the most memorable wedding anniversary we’ll have.
Maybe that’s kind of sad since we’ve only been married for three years and look forward to having many more anniversaries to come, but I’m okay with it. Best to peak early, just as I did in fifth grade when I was at the height of my smarts, looks, and general popularity.
Next week I’ll take you around Chefchaouen, my absolute favorite place we visited in Morocco. You’ll see why when you see the pictures. Until then, here’s a final shot of my camel doing a whole lot of nothing while we wait to join the caravan. Again.
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