What comes to mind when you hear the words "Sahara" or "desert?" (Yeah, we're back in Morocco. Never left, really.) Camels. Everywhere, including cute babies. I fell in love with them. I mean, who could resist a napping camel? And they smile, too. So sweet. There they are, waiting for . . .
Crouched down on their haunches by the side of the dusty road, astride a mule, under an awning in a café, on a stone fence wrapping and rewrapping their yellow turbans, men here have mastered what looks like the Zen art of sitting. They aren’t looking at their Iphones, texting friends, emailing, . . .
Just like the male bird is the more colorful of the gender, Moroccan women tend to fade into the background more than men, whose striking hats, turbans and djellabas dot the landscape. Men in the Sahara look especially exotic: This nomad's attire blends right into the dunes of the Sahara. . . .
The children of the desert--kids who belong to nomadic Berber family--fascinated me. Here we were in the middle of nowhere (or so it seemed to us) and these kids would appear over a dune. They live with their parents in rough tents and huts, living off of the goats and sheep the families raise, . . .
Think you can get a break from technology by hiding out in the Sahara? Think again. This Berber camel tender is TEXTING. In the middle of the Sahara. And see that thin pole in the dune? It indicates the location of a strong cell signal, and that's our guide, Mohammed, right next to it on his cell . . .
Camping. Just not my thing, you know? But the brochure made it look so romantic and luxurious, well, it seemed like a good idea. At the time. A camel ride and then a night in a luxury tent in the Sahara. So off we went, the five of us, rocking and rolling over the dunes in two 4x4s. Yes, crossing . . .
I'll have more to say about this when I have time, but for now, I think this says it all. Be sure to have your volume on.video . . .