My trip to the Desert

Our Breakfast

Merzouga, The edge of the Desert

The road to Merzouga was full of comical cultural interactions. The first leg of the trio we travelled by train to Meknes. Before getting on the train, looking in at the cars it was hard to figure out where we were going to fit. It took trying 3 different cars before we were finally able to squeeze in one.  Our large back packs did not make us any friends, but everyone understood. We stood in a packed hall way for about an hour before one of us found an empty spot in a compartment. The compartment was full of friendly Moroccans whom spoke to us in French and Arabic. Soon we were all able to sit in the compartment; the Moroccans began to pass all their snacks around. They would offer away all of their food before taking one for themselves. This act is a reflection of the society as a whole, where hospitality is number one. The group soon was showing us pictures of family and inviting us to their homes to taste their mothers cooking. While we never took up on that offer, the gesture was enough. After exiting the train, we rushed to get on the bus which was a 9 hour ride to get to the desert. Currently I am sitting in a sunny courtyard, full, happy and ready to start our camel trek.