There was knock on the door at 8 am, it was Mohamed with a plate of fresh crepes for our breakfast. At 8:45 The two French couples joined Mohamed in his Land Rover Defender while Gillian, Godfredo, Niki and I joined a younger man in his Toyota Land Cruiser. Leaving the campsite we drove only a kilometre or so before we stopped to see two young boys who had a couple of desert foxes with them. We took several photo’s, Mohamed giving the boys a few Dirhams before we continued on. We next stopped at a natural well deep into the sand dunes, in fact there were several wells in the area. It seemed strange to find so much water in the desert. Mohamed explained that in times gone by if a person found a well and stayed there for three months during which time nobody had told them to move on, or claimed the well they could call the well there own and take the water for their families. Having crossed several kilometres of desert we came to a nomad families encampment. It was very basic, a small room for cooking made from pieces of palm wood and camel wool blankets, another as a sleeping area and a third for sitting or working during the day. Their life was very hard, with little in the way of modern possessions, only basic food stuffs and the need to get their water from a well eight kilometres away by Camel, it’s a life few would want. Mohamed had prepared a small pack of provisions including bread and some sweets for the children, in return for which we were able to take photo’s. During the morning we visited three nomad camps before we stopped at a deserted mine. It was interesting to wander around a little and find beautiful rocks, some of quartz and copper, which Niki wanted to take home, we picked a few that we could carry. Niki spotted an old bucket made from old car tyres which looked like it had been used as a scoop. As an artist she could see the potential of the bucket as a design element at home, so that joined the pile of things for me to take to Niki when I return to Italy, later in the spring. After a stop in an old abandoned village we finished off the morning with a visit to a small settlement where we sat with other tourists to enjoy a group known as “Gnaoua” play typical Moroccan music, we bought one of their CD’s to add to our collection of ethnic music we have accumulated during our travels.
Returning to the campsite we all agreed that it had been a great adventure which we had all thoroughly enjoyed. Mohamed’s family had prepared a superb lunch for us which started with soup, followed by a Chicken tajine, then creme caramel, sweets, fresh fruit and coffee. A super meal that left us all full to bursting point. With a Moroccan soup, bread and more fresh fruit in the evening we all agreed that we had had a really great day.
It seems I've been travelling all my life. For the past eight years I've been following a simple, nomadic lifestyle full time touring in a camper van and meeting with other like minded travellers.
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