*I wrote this yesterday and forgot to post it when we got to the hotel my bad*
We spent the last two nights glamping in the Sahara desert. We arrived on Thursday evening where we were able to check in and enjoy dinner in a tent with music. After dinner we went out to a fire where we listened to the people who run the camp play traditional Berber music on the drums. After they finished, they distributed drums and let us play them. One worker, Mustafa had asked us if we knew any Bollywood songs and he started humming Teri Meri so we sang as much of that as we could. We then went to sleep in layers because our tents didn’t have heat and it was in the 40’s Fahrenheit.
The next morning we woke up early and went on a camel ride to climb some dunes and watch the sun rise. We watched the sunrise from the top of a dune and then took the camels back to the camp and chilled for a couple of hours. After lunch we went on a hike through the dunes and went sand boarding down some very steep sand dunes which was fun. We made our way back to the camp and then took a very interesting car ride to the village where we started our Dune Buggy adventure.
I said interesting car ride, why? Our driver would ride up the dunes as far as he could and then we would drift and slide back down the dunes. Can you imagine riding a camel through sand dunes and look over to see a Toyota 4Runner whipping up and down sand dunes blasting Tujh Mein Rab Dikhta Hai? Because that happened to some people. Apparently when people realize you’re Indian, they immediately play that song here.
We dune buggied where I drove alone, behind Dung Mama and Duff, and before Dad and Di. On our buggy’s gear shifter, drive is “H” which reminded me of the Simpsons clip where an Eastern European car salesman yells at homer to “Put it in H” (https://youtu.be/07vdtBMG4Kg?si=gqNBiJAVtnvPNL7H). After our dune buggy adventure where some kids temporarily stole our guides ATV, we rode back to the camp and had dinner before heading to bed. Dad also jumped off a sand dune (if I upload pictures from my camera before posting this I’ll add a pic of dad jumping). We woke up this morning, had breakfast, and are now on the road to Fes.
On the route to Fes, we stopped at a coffee shop to use the restroom and get coffee. While waiting for our coffee, the entertainer/barista/cashier at the shop offered me 500 camels in order for Simmi to work there. As I write this I realize that I should have accepted the offer. Imagine me with 500 camels. If I sell each one for a dollar I would be a millionaire. Or I could use them to conquer the state of Montana, what would they do, throw corn at me?
