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8.11.09

Morocco: journey into the desert (part ii)

It was about a year ago that we started our tale of Journey into the Desert (if you missed it: read here).

And it was about three years ago, to this month, that our characters did in fact complete their journey. So, to continue down memory lane...


After a long day's drive through the mountains, the barren, desert South (with the occasional oasis or two), the travelers arrived at the edge of the Sahara at dusk.



As the half-moon rose above the horizon, they rose on top of their camels, and headed off into the moonlit desert.



For an hour they trekked, an hour so dark their cameras could not capture a glimpse. In the distance was a glowing light emitting from their destination: a Berber tent. And a small furry friend to cuddle with.



As nomadic as his people, this feline was no stranger to strangers, and made himself quite at home in a new lap as they shared their stories and songs.



Most rich and beautiful of all: the rhythmic song of the Berbers, which they beat into plastic carton drums.



The singing and sharing went on into the early morning, such that they relocated to a nearby dune, under the moon. For, as the Berbers insisted, No sleeping in the desert.



Around - well, who keeps time in the desert, anyway? - some early hour, a soft light spread across the sand.



In rapid timing, it engulfed them all, creatures large and small.



It was their first desert sunrise.



And it certainly warranted some morning photography.



And so they chased their footprints throughout the dunes, remarking on this wondrous, sand-filled land.



Until it was time to clean up, tow the blankets, and collect their few belongings,



rouse and mount the camels,



and in bright morning light, head towards home.



The End


[photos by Jamila & Brett]

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