After some fine,hedonistic days in Marrakech we headed out to the desert outside the city. We drove along with the Atlas Mountains on one side, and endless stone desert on the other side, interrupted only by the occasional village.
This was a different world from the daily life we got a glimpse of when in Marrakech. “the hustle and the bustle of the big city” was only a distant memory as we were racing past wrinkled old shepherds with their parasite-infested cows, and playful Arab kids.
The tea-drinking old men were as prominent in the rural areas as in the big city.
We were ready for some rough,uncivilized days of camping in the desert. This was really going to be “survival of the fittest” Like our ancestors we would be fighting hard for our food…or so we thought..
Here we were going to the desert and living in dirty goatskin tents with Bedouins and donkeys, and the food, we would have to capture ourselves. Only those who managed to find the ever-so-elusive desert bunny would be eating that evening.
It was not quite how our desert experience would be.
We came to the fine,big tents at the camp to terredesetoiles and accommodated us in a room with big double beds,sofas,electricity, and even toilet and shower. Not exactly like your average camping trip in the Norwegian mountains.
The camp was in the middle of no-mans-land. It was quite quiet there,a small hill surrounded by desert on all sides, and the Atlas mountains in the horizon. It was a perfect contrast to the life in the city.
After finding a suitable tent I decided to spend some quality time with the camels(very pretty ones; .) that were parked not too far from the tents.
They were a highly entertaining gang. They were much more social than the average camel. In Egypt and Syria the camels would bite your hand off if you tried to touch them, but these ones actually searched for attention(and the hay that I fed them).
I think perhaps that I gave a little too much attention to one camel, as he suddenly became terribly horny. Luckily there was a fence between us, so he began to fuck one of the lady camels instead. It was an interesting little show. She lay down on all fours and waited until he came running, but many times he just sort of throned above her like a display of dominance.
There was quite a lot of action that evening, as they ended up having sex like 4 or 5 times before he had had enough. It made for some some cool pictures of mating camels at sunset in the desert.
There is obviously hormones in the air in Morocco. Earlier in the day we witnessed a small turtle who raped another turtle and squirted all over her back, an affair that was completely devoid of romance.
After the sun had disappeared behind the endless desert plains, the organizers began serving drinks. I had absolutely zero expectations before I went to the camp,so I was very pleasantly surprised when I found out that there was an open bar!.
I was actually surprised to even find a bar in the middle of nowhere. It was a really good setup – wine,beers,snacks,Shisha hookahs and good company. It was even more unexpected when a local dance group suddenly appeared and started dancing. They were dressed in traditional Moroccan dancing Costumes, and they were relatively bouncy people.
First there was a bunch of green men, Then there was an even bigger bunch of pink-clad Arabs.
They were good dancers,as far as I could tell, and hey had some fun hand-held instruments,and a cobra-flute.
It was very entertaining and fun,but naturally it came to the point which is inevitable in any cultural dance show – pulling in an innocent (and tipsy) tourist.
As the only male in the group I was the natural victim when theywere looking for a dance partner. They were probably a little bit more comfortable dancing with a man, since that is what they are used to,and it`s the culture of Morocco.
It was not something I wanted to do, but I knew(from experience) that they would continue to push me, however much i would deny….I felt a bit like an idiot, but was not to bothered anyway.
After many glasses of wine,beer and endless amounts of water pipe, we went into the dinner-tent for a complete Moroccan feast/banquet.
There was spicy meat,vegetables and red wine, all in the mix. The service was spectacular. For every sip I took of my wineglass tthere was a guy running toward me with refills, and so went the whole evening. It was a good night in the desert. Instead of the simple,Spartan desert-life we had an evening of hedonistic pleasures,All the better.
I did not sleep too much in my luxury tent,but that was only because mosquitoes continued to simmer into my ear. The morning sun was beautiful. We had a big breakfast in the tent,and got to taste the various local stuff. After breakfast, I had some time to just prance around a bit in the quiet desert terrain. It was very nice and quiet in the morning. I would`nt have minded being there several more nights,but that'll be for another time. The tour went on to Ziplining in the Atlas mountains!
thanks to Visit Morocco and Sahara experience who have sponsored this feast. I can recommend the whole desert experience, but would recommend more than one night!
Thanks also to Ms and Norwegian travel blogger who has been the glue that has binds us all together.