Sand, sand everywhere

We may have been glamping in the Sahara, but getting there wasn't easy. There is a reason that the camel's feet look like saucers. They walk with ease across the sand, while we sink with every step. Our camel drivers wrapped us up well in turbans and orchestrated our ascent and descent from the beasts, but the long ride felt quite - shall we say adventuresome. One of us is already celebrating her last transport by dromedary. Our tent(s) is/are magnificent. We have a king size bed, desk and chairs, and little closet frame in the large oval, a small sink room adjacent, and flush you-know-what on a little throne beside the shower. After we had used all of them, we went to the top of the dune where Gnawa musicians played their music. Gnawa is described as Moroccan Gospel - hmm, didn't quite recognize it. A fabulous dinner followed, and then no WiFi until Tuesday. We felt very out of touch, but even more in touch with this magnificent world.