Sometimes a bad advice and a two hour detour leads to an amazing night sleeping under the stars in the Sahara desert. Life sure knows how to surprise!
The bad advice
“The road is a bit bumpy, but no problem!”
As it turned out, the definition of “a little bumpy” might differ in Morocco and Norway. The road was described to us as slightly bumpy, but very doable with our rental. “No problem!!”
The road was hell. And it was more dirt-path than road. A dirt-path with big holes followed by huge rocks. The rental was not happy and we were not happy. Fjellvettreglene #8 (it’s a “rulebook” on how to not die in the Norwegian mountains) says that “… there’s no shame in turning back”. Two issues with that:
- Of course there’s shame in turning back!
- It’s damn hard to know when to turn back.
We eventually realised that we had to turn back, tried a few alternatives (none that worked out) and headed back to start. The detour took two hours. Not much at all looking at the big picture.
The two hours meant that we didn’t make it to M’Hamid as planned. Instead we decided to spend the night in Zagora. And in Zagora we met Abdul, the owner and only employee of Riad De Rêve.
But first, we drink tea!
During our days in Zagora, and during the trip to the Sahara especially, we would really learn to know and love this man! With his not-so-good english, and his much better german and french, he would share his thoughts on values and priorities in life. With our not-so-good german and non-exisiting french we understood most, guessed some and the rest Abdul would explain with examples. Or with gesticulation.
The first morning, after a tasty breakfast, we asked Abdul if he could recommend a place to book a trip to the desert.
Abdul began to enthusiastically tell us that HE in-fact provided this service! Not only that – HIS were MUCH BETTER than the bland touristy shit you’d find in M’Hamid.
Individual costs a bit more, of course.
Were we being tricked here? I mean, my gut likes the guy…
We shook on it!
Off to the desert we go
We had the most amazing time! Just the three of us (well four, but we don’t count the driver because he didn’t talk to us), a whole lot of sand and a starlit night sky like no other!
We had a great lunch in a stoney desert, under the shade of a tree. We stopped at oases.
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We fell asleep in the Sahara desert under the night sky, enjoying all the shooting stars.
A few hours later we escaped to our tent. It’s cold in the desert at night.
An offering of employment
“You should come here, live here and work here! You fix Internet-site and talk english! I do tours in the desert!
Well, how about that! Maybe it’s time for a career change!
Had we made it to M’Hamid as planned, we would have booked a more touristy gig to the desert. It would probably be a quite OK trip. Or perhaps the most amazing can’t-belive-you-missed-it-experience.
All I know is that we had pretty cool stay in the Sahara desert.