I rocked backwards and forward, moving with the long strides of the dromedary (camel) beneath me. My legs hurt as they formed around his considerably large hump and I could feel my muscles stretching. My scarf was wrapped loosely around my head and neck, keeping the hot desert sun off my neck. I smiled as I looked around me to see the familiar faces of my crew all struggling not to fall off this overly large animal. We had just left our campsite and sprits were still high as we made our way back to our bus. The night before was one that all of us could not stop talking about. We arrived in camp to be greeted with tea and music along with traditional dancing. We all heard the recognizable voice of Mr. Cleland shouting to us to go watch the sun set on top of a large and extremely hard to climb sand dune. We fought our way up the steep sand mountain and collapsed at the top – all panting to see the bright ashen sun making it’s away behind the dunes that carried on for miles.

For dinner we were given the traditional meat and vegetables made in a handmade pottery dish called a tagine. The tent we were in was made of carpets and big comfy benches and round tables for all of us to sit around. Once we were done dinner, we made our way outside to see that they had built a bonfire in the middle of the camp for us to sit beside and listen to more music. After a while everyone was up and dancing around the fire, laughing and letting loose. My night ended with sand beneath me, looking up at the stars with my close friends. We finally collapsed in our beds only to be woken up by Mrs. Cleland asking if we wanted to watch the sunset. Once again I climbed up the massive sand dune, this time to watch the sun come up from the far away dunes in the distance. Breakfast was soon after and I ate along side my friends and then climbed back onto our dromedaries to make our way out of the desert and away to the saffron market. Our time in Morocco was not over but the experience in the desert was one I will never forget.