Desert adventures

Thursday, 19 February 2015

I vowed never to get on a camel again after a trip to India where we galloped off uncontrollably into the sunset with me clinging on for dear life. Yet within one day of being in Marrakech, I find myself trembling on top of one of these stinky, grumpy, long lashed creatures ready for another desert adventure. 

Thankfully this time, my camel was much more accommodating. 

Marrakech

Our guide really wanted us to look the part and kitted us out in traditional desert scarfs. I thought I pulled it off pretty well until I saw Lizzie laughing hysterically. 

Marrakech

Then she realised that she looked just as bad.

Marrakech

Marrakech

The worst part about a camel ride is when they stand up; they straighten their back legs first so you are thrown forward in a pretty risky position. Then you basically have to squeeze your thighs like you are on a rodeo bull and pray you’ll survive. 

Marrakech

Knowing that a camel ride would be high on Lizzie’s holiday agenda, I gave in to my better judgement and ordered a selfie stick before we left London!! I think you’ll agree that a camel selfie is too good an opportunity to miss. 

Marrakech

Some photos worked out better than others. 

Marrakech

After an hour of aching bums and thighs, we were grateful for a break at a Berber village for traditional pancakes and mint tea. 

Marrakech

Marrakech

Moroccans have such a sweet tooth so their pancakes are covered in honey and the tea stacked high with sugar. I’m not complaining though, both were delicious. 

After our quick break, it was time to head back to base. 

Marrakech

To look glam on a camel its always recommended to wear a brightly coloured clutch!

Marrakech

Marrakech

Jumping off the camels, after a 2 hour trip, was hard work and we spent the rest of the day striding around like cowboys. Some serious stretching was called for. 

It wasn’t time to leave the desert just yet. We’d booked a whole day of fun so as soon as we were back it was time for part 2. Quad bikes. 

Marrakech

We were kitted up in some serious protection. Underneath all this head gear you’d never imagine that we were wearing strange balaclavas which made us look like walking condoms! 

Marrakech

As a warm up, we took a short ride out to a Berber village for a lunch of Moroccan salad, homemade bread and vegetarian tagine. Moroccan food is delicious, it would be an easy choice to give up meat and live a life of veggies if I could eat tasty, simple dishes like this at home. 

Marrakech

Marrakech

The sun came out for our lunch time break so we lay around and soaked up the rays. London life seemed like a distant memory. 

After stuffing ourselves with huge portions of anything available, it was time to say farewell to our hosts and get back on the quads. 

Marrakech

Realising that we were speed demons, our guide soon let us loose and we were flying through the desert. It was amazing. The terrain changed every 10 minutes. At times we were flying over huge sand dunes, then on red dirt tracks, driving through the most remote villages where all the children ran out to wave us past then onto main highways, and up mountains which looked exactly like Wales; especially with all the sheep around. Although the Cacti were a bit of a giveaway. 

Marrakech

Marrakech

Marrakech

Marrakech

The adrenaline rush was exhilarating and it was one of the best experiences I have ever had. I would highly recommend the trip to anyone looking for a bit of action on their Moroccan holiday. 

Marrakech

After a 3 hour tour we were covered from head to toe in dust so back at the base out came an air pump and they basically washed us down with pressurised air. We arrived back at our hotel with happy faces and sand in our ears. 

One of the best days I’ve ever had.

Little London Girl x

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