As Christmas morning dawned, six men awoke on the floor of their new friends’ lounge, with a healthy dose of good humour and Xmas cheer.
Our hosts had a trip planned that would make this a day to remember.
We headed out of Ouarzazate north-east towards Erfoud. A long drive through changing scenery brought us to Todra gorge. A narrow road running along side a river at the foot of impressively tall sheer rock walls lead to a pleasant little eatery.
All tagined up from our Christmas lunch we hit the road again for Erfoud. The landscape became increasingly barren, dry and sandy.
Eventually past Erfoud the unmistakable profile of dunes came into sight. We turned of the road by a small sign on dirt tracks directly towards the dunes. This was of course a great opportunity to put our Logan’s through their paces; we sped-up racing each other, weaving around stones and bends in the tracks, until in the middle of nowhere we reached a hotel.
From here we were bundled onto waiting camels. And so we rode our camel train into the windy Christmas night and deep into the dunes. The rain that had accompanied us for much of the time in Morocco made a fleeting appearance, adding to the whole bizarre experience.
In darkness we arrived at a tented encampment that would be our home for the night.
Merry Xmas all!
