"We made it to the nothingness and realised it was everything."
A desert adventure like none-other, 7 friends flying in from 5 different countries. The meeting point, a bus stop in the middle of no-where, literally. Hitting the Sahara is a must when visiting Morocco. If there is anything that these people cherish, it's their long and colourful history that ties them to their land. From the Berber to the Tuareg tribes, the traditions living on for thousands of years and we were lucky enough to be able to experience the hospitality of the locals first hand. We made our way over the atlas mountains and set on one of the longest journeys to be made in Morocco. Long but worth it, because once you're there the real adventure kicks in.
I myself have done the desert many times, in many ways and I can say there is nothing like sleeping under the billions of stars that litter the sky. As the sun disappears into the vast nothingness and and the temperature drops it becomes evident just how skilled these people are at something we take for granted, survival. Using nothing that surrounds them the ancient tribes of this land have managed to not only survive, but live on. Their traditions, their culture, their legacy is something that is everywhere in Morocco. It's something that the Moroccan people are truly proud of.
We ditched the camels and opted for the adventurous route, with two local Berbers by our side we took to Merzouga with dune buggies and a boom blasting our favourite Anderson Paak. tunes. It was just us, the sand and the sky. We were able to explore, hitting a high point in the desert just in time to see the colours of the sunset, imagine a sunset with no beginning or end reflecting off the bright blue sky and orange sand. All I can say is magic.
Sometimes you realise that nothing is everything, appreciating the simple things, like your closest friends immersing themselves in a foreign culture, eating a tagine cooked by a local Berber woman who is seeing her reflection in our mirror for the first time. The night ends as we smoke Moroccan hash by the fire, listening to traditional live music being played just for us, laying in the cold sand while we wait for the next shooting star to amaze us.
Come get lost with me