After the whole day spent traveling, we have finally reached our destination, Arfoud.
A (very) schematic map of the region. To orientate, find Marrakesh in the upper left corner, while Arfoud in the upper right one. The Sahara begins just below Arfoud
This time, mainly because of the sanitary reasons (we have over 45 degrees here), we will be allocated in the Xaluca Hotel, whose owner is our kind supporter. By the way, if you are looking anytime for a comfortable place to stay in a reasonable price, we definitely recommend you Xaluca!
But why actually are we here?! The Summer Camp for kids from Arfoud started already a week ago. As its present director, Lucía, will go back to Barcelona these days, I am supposed to take over her duties. Tough, but what a challenge!
But first things first: before the hard work starts, we will join an excursion organized for our volunteers as a break after an exhausting week (well, for me on-account an upcoming one, hehe). To be honest, although I enjoyed the trip a lot, I don’t remember when I was such a model tourist last time… In just two days we did all the touristic stuff we normally laugh about. Was funny though…
We started our weekend from the ride through the desert. We were picked up from Xaluca’s door by the three 4×4 jeeps and our ride through Sahara started… Our volunteers were absolutely delighted and it was just the beginning of the entertainment!
Itran volunteers having fun driving through the desert in a 4×4
As I mentioned before, the city of Arfoud is located at the entrance to the Sahara desert (by the way, a word “Sahara” or “Sahraa” in Arabic means… a desert. Pure tautology then 🙂 ). In Arfoud I met a CouchSurfer called Abdel, who told me an intriguing story about the genres of the city’s name. So, in the past, a word “Arfoud” in the local dialect meant “(to) run away”. Its origins are as follows – the city of Arfoud, as situated on the boarder with the desert, was located on the crossroads of different trade routes. For this reason, the passing by traders were an easy target for gangs of thieves waiting for a loot. The city then seemed to be a safe port for the travelers struggling with the harsh desert life…
Fata Morgana – in calm weather, a layer of significantly warmer air can rest over colder dense air, forming an atmospheric duct which acts like a refracting lens, producing a series of both inverted and erect images called mirages 🙂
The landscapes we were surrounded with at the entrance to the Sahara are monotonous in their color palette and forms. However, the desert’s majesty, hot breath of the summer wind, endless sky that is almost white from the heat, and absolute silence, make this place absolutely unique on Earth. When looking at the distant horizon, breathing the omnipresent dust carried by the dry and hot wind, you feel peace and tranquility but also a huge respect for these natural powers that may kill you in just few hours if you don’t have enough water and sufficient protection from the frying sun and air. A picture of ancient eremites looking for seclusion on the sandy extents gets a new meaning from now on…
As we were moving down the desert, we encountered a few Berbers’ shelters. Berbers are nomad people present since centuries in Africa and Middle East. Today, they mainly live in the Northern African countries such as Morocco and Algeria, Tunisia, Libya, Mauritania, Mali and Niger. In Saharan interior of North Africa, including Morocco, they are called Tuaregs. Their way of living hasn’t changed much for centuries. They breed sheep and move along with them to look for new pastures and water springs. They live in simple tents made of leather, grass, foil and other materials they can find.
Berbers’ settlement
A well used by the Berbers during the winter. In summer it is dry and the shepherds must take their herds to other water sources behind the hills
On our way we also met some wild camels and donkeys, surviving very well in these harsh conditions…
We stopped for lunch in a desert charming shelter located close to a small settlement. From here we could already see the Algerian border, approximately 140 km away to the East. Here, the dunes are slowly displacing rocks and stones, we start to feel like in a “real” desert we know from books and movies…
A small shelter lost somewhere in the Sahara
After this stop we moved down the desert again and were taken to another Xaluca estate – Tomboctou. There we had finally time to swim and refresh after such a “busy” day… After a lazy break another attraction was waiting for us. In the back yard of the hotel there was an enclosure with some very nice animals waiting to take us to another stop in our trip…
(call me a real tourist from now on) 😀