Once again, my image of what the Sahara Desert would be like only slightly reflects reality.
I didn’t expect to find this very productive farm amidst sand dunes.
The farmer’s father, once a member of a nomadic tribe, used ancient techniques to find water. The family hand dug two wells: one with salty water and the other with “sweet” water for drinking. They combine water from both wells for irrigation and livestock.
You might recognize Goldie from an earlier post. She given to me by Bonnie, my grand-niece, before the start of our trip. Photos of Goldie’s escapades have been making their way back to Massachusetts on a regular basis.
As you can see, one of the farmer’s goats was quite taken with Goldie.
Our camp was very comfortable. Although we didn’t have Wi-Fi, cellular service surprisingly, is available in the desert.
I expected the sunrises and sunsets to be jaw dropping, and they were. What I didn’t expect was to be drinking wine while watching the sun go down.
Of course, a visit to the Sahara wouldn’t be complete without a camel ride.
But who would have expected to find this swimming pool in the desert?
We also visited another nomadic family. Unlike the farmer, this family doesn’t own the land they are living on.
According to Moroccan law, if someone can find 12 witnesses to attest that the family has lived on the land for 10 years, then the squatters become landowners. The catch? The 12 witnesses have to be around when the 10 years commence.
There is so much more to say about this incredible experience, but I’m going to stop now and invite you to put the Sahara on YOUR bucket list.