June 6, 2011 § 1 Comment

14 hours after leaving Rabat, we arrived in zagora, the country’s date capital near the Algerian border. And as evidenced by the heat, it is also close to the Sahara.



Luke thought it would be funny to make me cross a river

djebel zagora

After yet another bread and jam breakfast, we set off for a desert trek.

m. cavendish, taking a breather

arriving at camp

the view

3 hours of bobbing on camels (who are about as comfortable as they look) is hardly conducive to a photo shoot, but we cashed in on one anyway before the sands blew in to a tajine supper.

"no, be serious"

sand storm rolling in


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