As I rode on a camel in the Sahara Desert and took in the serene view, I was overwhelmed by the desert’s beauty. The sand dunes, the reflection of the camels in the sand, and the sun overlooking us all was all breathtaking.
It was time to rest. As I sipped Moroccan tea, the aroma of spearmint and the bitter, yet earthy taste of the tea made me forget the pain in my groin from the long ride on the camel. After the tea, my friends and I found ourselves conversing with locals and Moroccan tourists. Next thing we knew, we were dancing to Darija music played by the locals. Some of us attempted to drum along with the music, others clapped. I sang along, trying to make sense of the sound that was coming out of the singer’s mouth.
I found myself dragging everyone out of their seats and encouraged them to dance along with us. A friend came up to me and asked me to teach her some moves. I couldn’t help but smile. The Moroccans who were dancing with us taught us a Moroccan game. And in only a matter of time, we were playing what seemed like a combination of hide-and-seek and Limbo. I still don’t quite know how the game works.
It was 10pm, and my friends and I decided to dance to Party in the USA and Baby on top of a sand dune. We slept on the sand while covered in a bunch of blankets we snuck out from the tents. We woke up at 3am, covered in goosebumps, and decided it was best to return to the tent. Four hours later, we found ourselves climbing up the sand dunes to watch the sunrise.
Thank you Sahara Desert, for the tranquil beauty and bliss.