That First Saharan Sand Dune Camp.





Written November 2007
What was the most inspirational moment of your trip?
We arrived with a great swirl of sand in our Toyota 'camels', and our Bedouin drivers who seemed to be enjoying the whole desert thing as much as we were drove into this massive pristine saucer in the sand, with a dramatic flourish. An enormous dune above us to the west and a range of dunes all around the north, south and east ... all pristine .. just our camels' (actually the 4x4s) tracks. The soft sand, the foam matresses and thick blankets beneath our sleeping bags made this open air bed absolutely blissfully comfortable for these mildly arthritic 67 year old bones. No tent for me. The stars above so brilliant. The sunrise just fantastic from a sleeping bag.The arthritic bones found getting up from the crouch position after a wee behind the ladies' sand dune area the most difficult part of the trip as getting up from crouch position needs a firm lever for me to push down on and the sand was soft - but I didn't need to call for help....thank goodness!!! Eventually found that the trick is to kneel in the sand. At my age I need 2 or 3 such trips a night, and even this I found exciting, just wandering off into the darkness. Just me and the sand and the stars. Mind you a torch is ESSENTIAL for finding your sleeping buddy and the right sleeping bag on the return. The young and fit climbed the enormous soft-sand sand-dunes right to that sharp razor edge on top. The old and fit (that's me) walked with the young and fit and Abdul our guide over the firmer sand in the morning for a rendezvous with the 4x4s. Our Tuareg cooks wore wonderful brilliantly coloured, purples and emerald green robes with a white head and face covering while driving, just the eyes showing. Shy? Respectful? Religous? ... No, just practical for the hot and sandy day...in the evening they were in cord jeans and tea shirts, just like the lads in my home town.
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