MY MARRAKECH DIARY PART 3 - CAMPING IN SAHARA
With movements sparked by freedoms glow, she lives floated on moments. Along a river of mindful grace, with visions to achieve the depth of her minds every creation and hearts one desire: to live in love within and all around, no matter what.
It's hard to write about our trip to Sahara being back in dark gloomy Copenhagen, but it has been one of the most amazing experiences and also one everyone kept asking me to write about, so here it is...
We were picked up by the Scarabeo jeep at 11am at our riad and ventured on a journey out of Medina. It doesn't take that long to get to the Scarabeo camp, it is one of the closest ones to the city but even so we arrived to a completely different world! During the day you do not realize how close to civilisation you are, it is only at night when all the little villages switch their lights on and you can see them glistening on the horizon behind the dunes you know you are still far from being isolated. During the day however you feel like you are the only people far and wide. Nothing but hills and valleys.
The camp consisted of a little cluster of tents that were decently spread out from one another, we found out how many people are staying in the camp during the dinner when everyone meets in the main tent lit by candle light and fireplace. It was such a relief to step out of the madness of Marrakech. The only sounds was distant chatter of the camp workers setting up new tents and the wind rushing through the dunes. During the night crackling of fireplaces and occasional howling of the guard dogs. For the fact that we were in the middle of nowhere sleeping in a tent I felt much safer than in the chaos of the city.
My friend Hazel laughed at me when I called this camping because you do get a heated tent (unless you get the wood to burn out like we unfortunately did), amazing dinner and breakfast and a very comfortable bed with pile of soft duvets. There are people to help you around the clock 24/7, if you need them to. But still it works almost as any other camp, don't expect long hot showers or fancy bathrooms, keep in mind you are in a desert.
It's worth the morning view. Even sleeping on the stones wold be worth it. With sun barely peaking out everything dipped in blue light, Atlas mountains on the horizon with their snowy peaks, absolute silence only lazy smoke coming out of the tents. And so, I hope I will be able to come back one day. Maybe in summer and sit on one of the sun decks reading a book, or play petanque with the view over Atlas and endless dunes.
THE PRACTICAL ADVICE / SURVIVAL KIT
Since I guess camping in Sahara is not on many peoples every day leisure activities. We are used to hot running water and humid weather it's everything but that even if its a more glamorous camping site. My skin was dehydrated as it is during this trip but hitting the desert made it cry. So here are a few things that will help you survive a camping trip in Sahara ( and probably any other after that), some of which I had with me and some I reeeally wished I packed!