Kasbah Erg Chebbi
The desert is covered with camel shit, which is a dry, nugget like veriety. I imagine if ever lost in the desert, one need only find the inevitable trail of shit to find your way back to civilization.
Zhenia's camel had a serious attitude and spat in her face. Like all camels in Morocco, this one was called Jimi Hendrix and was also the leader, presumably because of it's prolific production of brown nuggets making a trail for the others to follow.
Here's me on the highest dune.
Zhenia didn't climb to the top because she'd created a new olympic "sport" she called "turban waving".
After the camel trek we are offered mint tea and tajine for dinner in the Berber tent under the starry sky.
4 comments:
You guys are my heros!
Rock on! I love you!
P.S. Thanks for the guide.
Great Pictures! Great Discriptive Writing! It's almost like I'm there with you.
Yoolka
this is by far my favorite blog post. i have to say. the pictures dont describe the awe right now. zhenia, now u can say that jimmy hendrix one spat on your face ;-)
please can I have a copy of the camel leg picture. mumx
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