Jim, Lilly, and Ruby arrived for a week’s visit at the end of March. Standard fare: Michlifen, Fès, Walïlï, Azrou–and then we took off for a couple of days down by Erg Chebbi. We left Ifrane in the snow…
To try to deepen the experience a little, I had booked two drumming lessons with Bakkar: one for the afternoon we arrived, one for the next day, when we rode out of the desert.
We rode into the “deep desert camp” in order to have our first lesson there.
I think it was the first time I saw rain in the desert.We were so into the drumming we evidently missed a beautiful sunset. So many precious things; so little time. Still, we enjoyed a nice candlelit dinner in the tent, out of the wind and the rain.
The day before we arrived, there was an immense sandstorm that built up a massive new dune. Luckily for us, we had a quiet night, and a quiet dawn.
They also invented a new sport–skipping down the dunes–that they eventually called “donkeying.” Zoë’s most dramatic moment was the face plant.
Pick yourself up, dust yourself off, get on a camel again…
After riding back to the edge of the dunes, we spent another hour or so concentrating on those drumming rhythms.
Bakkar was very patient; Ruby was especially focused. In the end, he presented her with a drum to take with her. A very generous gesture: Morocco at its best.
Then we drove a few hundred meters to the Dunes d’Or to rest and recuperate. This gave us time to luxuriate in the extravagant beauty of the sand (warning: Zoë does not fully share my fascination–and perhaps you won’t either…)