We
went past the spectacular palm-area of Tinerhir wich spreads along 20
Km just like an undulating river, past the many shops where marine fossils
from different quarries can be bought, then Erfoud, the doorstep to
the dunes of Merzouga. It was getting late and dark. The dromedars were
waiting for us to take us to our tent (haima) and spend the night there.
After an hour swinging in the dromedars, going up and down the dunes
and watching the sunset, we saw a little oasis with several palm trees
and our haima, all lit by boufires here and there. A view that reminded
us of biblical scenes.
Lahcen
and Mohamed made some delicious "tajine" and proved to be
excellent storytellers whose stories sounded magical in that night at
the desert while having a cup of tea.
We
spent the night lying on the sand, feeling the peaceful atmosphere,
till dawn. Then everyone started walking around in different directions,
hypnotised by the look of the dunes in the morning light, the palm trees
deeply rooted in such hostile surroundings, the nomadic family in their
tent with their cattle on one of the sides. A living postcard.
Before
the weather would get too hot and after picking up our things, we set
off for the village, amazed by the look of the dromedars walking along
the fine line shaped by the Merzouga dunes.