Well, not exactly Aladdin, especially because no one we saw would cut off my hand if they don't like my face, but I felt like Disney got its inspiration from this place called the Sahara. More driving driving driving took us to 4X4's took us to Merzouga took us to Auberge Timbouctou, a beautiful and somewhat kinky hotel 2km from from anything resembling a road. It was almost midnight when we lit the Hanukkia for the last time and ate dinner, but we woke up super early on Thursday and took off on one-humped camels called dromedaries into the dunes on the very edge of the desert. While it felt very touristy, being led by locals draped in heads-carves and jalabiyas, I could almost remove myself from everyone and feel totally absorbed in a dry and finely-powdered world of hills that wipe themselves of any mark of life. Some people sat on the edge of a cliff and watched the sun move the shadows. Some conversed with the locals. Some photographed every moment. But everyone was awestruck, and agreed that the experience was worth the hours and hours of driving.
PICTURES OF MERZOUGA, SAHARA
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