
The actual real desert; sand, no trees, wandering for hours and days without water Sahara... (not me, but what I imagined).
We got back to camp after our camel ride in the desert, just in time to watch the sun go down. We all gathered again for a short evening around the fire where a fellow made us traditional bread in the sand. They had coals that were under the sand, they stuck a loaf of bread in there, and voila, in a little bit we had a wonderful loaf of bread. It was not sandy either. We asked about that and they said that because the sand was so fine it did not stick to the bread. I can't imagine doing this in WA state. We would just have dough full of sand!
Off to our tents for a good night's sleep. The next morning we took a quick dip in the pool, had breakfast and then Mark and I went to the spa/hammam where we had a massage booked. I know, I know: a spa in the desert? Yep, and it was great! First the steam room, next a massage. Our spa fellow was not weird about massaging people (women) because he had been in the business for years and worked at a busy resort on the Sea.
The others lounged and read at the pool while they waited for us. One fellow traveler went to put on her swimsuit and found a scorpion inside. So glad she looked first before she put it on!



There are many beautiful sunsets to view in this world. But it was a magical experience to see the sun come up over the Sahara. Especially after a night of sleeping soundly in a large tent while recovering from the muscle aches from riding the camels out to see an ancient fort in the middle of all that sand!
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Yes indeed. Oh, the places we will go! |