Sand as far as the eye could see

Trip Start Dec 12, 2010
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Sunday, December 4, 2011

Imagine getting out of your tent and all you can see is sand. Imagine, driving for miles and all you can see is sand. Imagine, going to bed and all you can feel on the bottom of your feet and in your hair is sand. Sand, sand, sand, sand as far as the eye could see.
After leaving the seaside town of Essaouria, we prepared ourselves for 5 nights of bush camping. Bush camping, I anticipated baby wipe showers, bush pees and poops and fire collection, but I didn't realise that all I would see was sand. On our first day of bush camping we did get to see goats in trees, but before long, all around us was sand, sand as far as the eye could see.
We were lucky enough to reach the small town of Gulemim on a Saturday, Saturday being the day for the camel market. Camels, camels and more camels, but this time the camels were for sale. We met men selling camels who had travelled from far away places such as Mauritania and Mali just to be at this market with their half dozen of camels to sell. It was awesome to get amongst the locals being the only tourists there.
Solid travelling for 5 days bound for Mauritania, we drove through the guts of the Moroccan territory known as 'Western Sahara'. When we had told Shaun's dad (who had served for the UN in the 90's in Western Sahara), that we would be going to Laayoune, he replied, 'why would you want to go there for, there is nothing there except sand dunes and sand monkeys'. He was right about the sand, but Shaun did manage to do some bargain shopping with his cook group.
As we continued south we were met by sand, sand, camels and more sand. On the odd occasion we would encounter a lone truck, or even a random local walking along the road to nowhere, but this was the outskirts of the mighty Sahara desert and it was awesome.
Due to the fact we were camping in the Sahara desert, we knew that fire wood would be scarce. So when we stumbled across a massive pile of wooden crates abandoned on the side of the road, we quickly turned around and collected this wooden treasure. The boys were ecstatic that because of this massive find, we would be able to have a raging fire at our Sahara beach camp that night.
We enjoyed beach camping in the wild wind and sand of the Sahara, even though it was so windy we had to rescue a couple of tents that went astray, and had to go to bed straight after dinner so that we wouldn't have any more casualties.
The next day we got to camp on the side of a sand dune, but to get there was a mission. Hopping off the main road, the truck went in search for a sand dune Sahara camp, and with it came sand and lots of it. With the sides of the truck up due to the heat, the sand camp wooshing in and within seconds, we were all covered in sand and loving it. One passenger came prepared for this, wearing a snorkel mask to prevent sand getting in his eyes. Reefs were far from here, but sand was everywhere, as far as the eye could see!
When we finally arrived at our sand dune camp, travel orgasms had already started for Shaun and they would continue into the night. Climbing up the awesome sand dune and looking around, all we saw was sand and nothingness. This nothingness was amazing.
Sand dune playtime continued with nudey sand dune runs, sliding down the dune on whatever we could find including the large cooking wok from the truck and having celebratory drinks on top of the sand dune. We were celebrating the sheer greatness of our adventurous sandy day. The sand dune became our home for that night, and the next morning we enjoyed the sunrise while eating breakfast on the dune.
We were embracing the sand and we were living the dream in the Sahara. Bring it on! Next stop, Mauritania and I am guessing, there will be more sand, as far as the eye can see!
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