So we chose to go with the cheaper desert tour. This decision was based solely on the fact that we would save $22. It wasn't until we were on the bus that we began to realise we had no idea where we were going.
The mini bus picked up a heap of French speaking people and set off. It wasn't until about an hour into the trip we realised these Frenchies were all Canadians, which was great as our French is pretty rusty. At the first of many, many stops to be shown trinkets on the roadside we got chatting to find everybody on the bus was doing a 1 night tour, whilst we had booked 3. We asked the driver and he said it was fine as the next day we'd join another bus to see "the real desert". It was Anzac Day and spookily there were poppies growing on the side of the road so I still got to have my minute of silence with a poppy.
After a long day if winding, winding, winding our way up and down the Atlas Mountains, stopping at a Kasbah (fortressed city) that apparently was used in Indiana Jones 3, Lawrence of Arabia and Game of Thrones among others, we made it to the desert, not really the Sahara, it's less sandier, rockier little brother. We rode camels (I called mine Winston) for 40mins until we got to a tent camp near one dune, yes just one sand dune. We stayed in gourmet tents that even had power and had a bathroom tent with showers and flushing toilets. We had a traditional dinner and watched some Berbers play drums and sing before bed.
Saddle sore the next day we hopped back on Winston and the gang and headed back to the bus and part 2 our our desert tour
The photos are of the poppy on Anzac Day, Kate on her camel, me, the dune, our camp, Winston (either he had rabies or had just brushed his teeth) and Rob the Canadian who was talked into buying something from every stall holder he passed
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