camel, desert, Morocco, Sahara

Anyone who has ever ridden a camel will give you the same warning: “Don’t do it,” they tell you. “It’s incredibly uncomfortable.”

And after ignoring the friendly advice of others, I can tell you they are right. It’s similar to the feeling you have after riding a horse…but worse, much worse. (Nellu swears he bruised his tailbone.) Still, given the opportunity to ride a camel, you have to do it.

From Marrakech, Nellu and I took an overnight trip over the Atlas Mountains, through the city of Aït Benhaddou (a town that has been used as a backdrop for several famous films), and to the Sahara Desert.

Aït Benhaddou

Aït Benhaddou. Photo by Nellu

At the edge of the desert, we met our camels for a 45 minute ride out to the Berber camp where we spent the night.

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While the overnight was relatively uneventful, the highlight was definitely the journey, a journey which left a lingering impression on our bodies.

Berber camp, Sahara Desert, camel

The Berbers made a fire for us in the Sahara Desert. Photo by Nellu.

~ Molly

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