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A tale in the desert guide
A tale in the desert guide











a tale in the desert guide

And as the universe would have it (at this point “luck” just doesn’t feel strong enough) there was a guide bringing three guests along the same route to Fez who agrees to bring my phone along. He coordinates with the camp staff to see if there are any other guides staying there that might be coming to Fez the next day.

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Then we remember that we’re still 8 hours away from where the phone is currently, with one full day left in our trip before we fly home the following morning. Photo of my phone that was sent to me by the camp staff who found it for me. He goes back to his photos from the dune where we sat for so long and tracks the exact GPS coordinates where we suspect it dropped. And then Dylan realizes the photos from his new iPhone come with geotags. We see that the battery is dying but it’s out there on the dune! We can almost track the exact spot. When we got to our desert camp a short while later, he made me use Find my IPhone to track it. Instant karma.įortunately for me, Dylan was not so quick to give up on my phone. But it was my own stupidity to drop it in the sand, which I suspect occurred when the camel was standing up with me on its back.

a tale in the desert guide

It seemed a terribly expensive mistake, made worse by the fact I’d just lost all the photos I’d taken on my phone so far. I’m like “screw it, it’s gone, let’s just get home”. I almost immediately accept defeat. But the wind is blowing the sand so heavily that it seems a lost cause, and the language barrier between our guide and us made it hard to communicate the issue. Five to ten minutes later, Dylan turns up to me from beside the camel I’m riding and asks “you have your phone and everything right?” And I start feeling around and realize NO I don’t. I should have listened to the little voice inside my head telling me not to go against my original choice, but I regretfully did not. I decided that it might be quickest if I just obliged and rode the camel home, deciding that I also felt better about the condition of the camels than I did in Mongolia. I can barely see at this point with so much sand in my eyes and mouth, a little disoriented from the chaotic and consistently intense conditions on the dunes.ĭylan doesn’t really want to continue riding the camel, but Camel Man keeps gesturing between us trying to figure out who would be riding the rest of the way to the camp. We confirm and make preparations to carry onward toward camp. I finally look so miserable that Camel Man gestures to see if we want to leave. (I later realized sand was accumulating INSIDE my scarf and just blowing around my face because it was so fine and my scarf too thin. I’m literally lying on a blanket in the fetal position at one point, scarf wrapped around my face in a vain attempt at keeping the sand out of my eyes and ears and mouth. And so I sat in the Sahara Desert, thoroughly enjoying every minute, but also fighting the elements entirely. My preliminary research said the temperatures would be in the 80’s, but I didn’t take into account winds or high altitudes of the Atlas Mountain where we traveled through. We didn’t realize we were going to be there so long (nearly two hours) and I was not dressed for the cold winds whipping around the dunes. Or really the temperatures in any of Morocco. Which was maybe another 40 minutes to go. We probably spent nearly an hour on the dune and eventually realized we were supposed to be staying for sunset. Karma catches up nearly immediately.)Īnyway, Camel Man doesn’t speak much English and we don’t speak any Arabic or Berber, and so we set on off on a pretty quiet walk/ride into the desert. (I’d decided not to partake in camel rides after my experience in Mongolia, though I wavered in my decision later, as I’ll explain. He’s supposed to lead us a short distance from where Hicham left us and through the Sahara desert, Dylan on camel with myself and Camel Man walking alongside. Upon our arrival in the afternoon, Hicham drops us off with a desert guide whom Hicham affectionately refers to as “Camel Man”. On our second night, we’re staying in a desert camp in Merzouga. We end day one knowing we made the right decision to travel on a tour, but the details of day one are another story for another post. Hicham is an amazing, enthusiastic, and knowledgable guide and we’re having a blast.

a tale in the desert guide

We booked a 3-day 2-night tour from Marrakesh to Fez with Hicham through the Atlas Mountains and Sahara Desert. A co-worker told him about a tour he’d done with an awesome guide named Hicham, through Morocco Happiness Tours, and we thought we should check out his recommendation.

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