That moment of wordless camaraderie, deep in the Sahara, crystallized the entirety of my Moroccan experience. Now, when I sit embroiled in work at my computer, or when a hasty glance in a mirror reveals dark circles reappearing beneath my eyes, I close my eyes and put myself back into that peaceful land of crenellated sand and indigo sky, and I remember Morocco’s lessons.
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Silence of the Sahara
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What an incredible story! I felt as though I was there with you, in the desert. I've traveled a bit around the world but never to Morocco. It makes me want to grab the next flight there. What a life-long memory of such a wonderful time.
I recently did the camel trek also, among other things, on my first time to Morocco (late Mar/early Apr). What a country! Can't wait to return and think I might want to live there in retirement...it does do something "special" that captures your heart, what one below referred to as seduction. Oh, yes. I am longing for it today, so your story hit the spot, thanks.
Thanks Harry! Your kind words are very much appreciated. Colorado has it's own sand dunes, yes? Cheers, Ellen
Harry here in Colorado Springs ... You described it far better than I could have. I spent a year in Kuwait just before and during the last war. I traveled between Kuwait City and Camp Doha and Ali Asaline on the Sudi border. I recall the vastness and table top flat terrain to the south of Kuwait City. The Saudi and Sahara are far different than the good old Mojave here in the States. There if nothing else you better be able to read a map and compass. # # # hed
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