Since my last post, I’ve been interrupted by to Seville, Spain and had several dental appointments. So, let’s travel back in time to the desert.
The Drâa Valley stretches between Ouararzate and Zagora, a lush, narrow oasis in the dry landscape filled with palms and other trees.
|The Drâa Valley stretches almost 125 miles|
We arrived in Zagora and met our camel leader, Muhammad.
|Lucky guy. He got to walk|
The camels were nicely behaved, contrary to their grumpy reputation. They were all lying down when we approached them and climbed aboard. When they stand, it’s rather like riding a tsunami wave on a surf board.
|From Dar Hassam's back--a nice old gal|
The ride is something else. Seriously, do not consider this if you want to snuggle with your sweetie anytime soon. Those saddles are painful. And a camel's pace is irregular to say the least. Just when I thought I’d figured out the rhythm, her next step changed it all up. When I get home, I plan to put together a little video I made of the ride and post it on YouTube. For now, here’s a couple of pix.
|See, I can do it|
|All 3 of us|
The sun, setting behind us, cast long shadows.
This is the terrain we traveled over:
After an hour, we stop for sunset pictures.
Even limping into camp, I wouldn’t trade this for anything.
Tune in next time for a evening at camp.