My mother and I signed up for a tour that included an overnight stay in the Sahara Desert dunes after a hectic and fascinating two days in Fez. The morning began with fears that we had been duped, but our guide eventually arrived, and we began our road trip through Morocco.
Our first stop was at a little alpine town that seemed like it could have sprung straight out of Europe. Because of the moderate climate, our guide stated it was a popular vacation for residents.
It was intriguing, but I already had a memory card full of European-style structures. I went to Morocco to see the country.
The landscape we passed over became increasingly intriguing as we progressed. A issue I’m going to have in this post is the same problem I’ll have when I start talking about Vietnam. “The terrain looked cool” can only be expressed in so many ways. I’m going to have a hard time expressing how cool or interesting the geography is to me.
We came to a halt in a monkey-infested woodland.
The monkeys are always on the lookout for something to eat. Although the people in this woodland were mostly well-behaved, we were told to keep a watch on our pockets and possessions. Anything the monkeys can get their hands on will be snatched up.
As we drove, I snapped a number of photos from the automobile. The journey itself was relatively undemanding. Our tour guide was laid-back and nice. He also had some good local music.
The architectural style was also rather appealing. It has a fortress-like boxiness to it.
There were some beautiful formations on the ground.
The sky was equally spectacular.
These unfortunate folks in the back of the vehicle didn’t appear to be in good spirits. It appears to be a somewhat inefficient method of getting from one location to another.
The mosque features a stork nest on its tower, which is difficult to discern in this view. I initially noticed a number of stork nests in Poland, and I’ve been fascinated by them ever since. Although I didn’t see many storks or cranes, I did see many of their nests.
During the day, the weather began to warm up a little. As we went closer to the desert, the situation would deteriorate.
We came to a halt to photograph a red mud-brick town. The photo’s GPS indicates that it was taken here.
Some areas of the terrain appeared to have been ravaged by a dragon that had born underground and ripped its way to the surface.
This river valley was a lot of fun. For miles and miles as I drove up to this place, the countryside appeared dry and parched. Then we came to a stop, and there was a bright, vivid oasis of green stretching off into the distance down in this valley.
As we approached the desert, a massive wall of orange sand erupted in front of us.
I had never witnessed a sandstorm before. It was fascinating to have a close look at one.
The residents in town appeared unconcerned about the sandstorm.
We had to exit off the paved road and go a few kilometers on a rural road when the storm hit. There were a few occasions when visibility was severely limited. Our guide, fortunately, had grown up in the neighborhood and knew just where to go.
We arrived at our motel shortly after the storm had gone. We’d stay here for one night before heading to the desert for the following.
Although the motel was pleasant, I believe I had ants in my bed. They weren’t biting and were black ants, but I’m not a fan of ants on my bed.
The desert appeared to be imposing and majestic.
I’m pretty sure the hotel placed this table on the dune solely for photo opportunities. There are probably a million photographs of this table and chairs on the internet.
We slept in the hotel that night and scheduled some activities with our guide for the most of the next day. Later in the day, the camel ride into the desert would begin.
The long car trip through Morocco was fantastic. It’s a harsh and gorgeous landscape. It’s certainly a location where I wish I had a better camera.
I hope you’ll join me tomorrow as we travel into the desert and visit the area adjacent to the Sahara.