Location: Agadir, Morocco
I awoke atop a camel. At least, that’s how I remember my morning; I barely remember the part in which Smash woke us up in our yurts to the call of “If you want to ride a camel, you have one minute.” The rest, from bed to the back of that camel, is a blur. What wasn’t a blur, however, was the camel ride. Dan and I rode a camel, which we nicknamed Fred. Fred was so excited to see us that he frothed at the mouth and tried to end Dan’s life twice. Despite this, he was a sturdy camel who carried us around the desert with ease. The ride ended before we knew it as we were rushed off our camels into our much faster 13-person gas camel( a Mercedes Sprinter van). As we left our pulchritudinous (theasarus.com is amazing) desert oasis, the scenery changed from a beautiful barren landscape to a lush valley, which brought life and lunch.
We dined on gas station snacks and cold sandwiches, much to everyone’s delight, as they were eager to spend their last dirhams before we departed for the Canary Islands. We clambered back into the van with our haul and set out for our final destination, Vela. Many crashed from the sugar along the way, and others stayed strong, only to nap after we arrived. Even though the energy was low, another game of football was a necessity. The Greatest Show on”Sand showcased highs, lows, and ultimately, many sandy people. Well, our horn sounded as we left port, so that’s my cue. So, without further due, I say goodbye.
P.S. Happy birthday to Avery Farmer. We love you.
Love you all,
James