We were woken up very early this morning by our camel trekking guides to get packed up and ready for the big event of the tour - the sunrise trek! Our serviceable-but-not-quite-"glamp" was nestled high in the dunes and the camels had been relocated overnight to meet us there. To our relief, we were reunited with our same buddies from yesterday.
We were also in the same positions as yesterday, with Hirsh starting out in the front of the camel train. But really, when is Hirsh not first?
It was incredibly beautiful and peaceful.
There was one casualty along the way. Hirsh took his sandals off before the ride so they wouldn't slip off his feet. He wanted to stuff them in a shallow pocket of a bag attached to Sarah's camel. Sarah, knowing this was dangerous, made Hirsh stuff them in there himself. That way, when they inevitably fell out later, she could not be blamed for it. Really gettin' the hang of this marriage thing! Well, surprise of all surprises, one of Hirsh's sandals has been inadvertently gifted to the Sahara. Our adorable trek guide, Mustafa, kept the one remaining sandal so he may have a complete pair if he ever finds the other. 😄
We rode for about an hour and a half before making it back to the hotel for a shower, quick breakfast, and saying our goodbyes to the trekking crew.
We had a long 8 hour drive ahead of us through the same mountains that had defeated us the day before, but this time there were no scheduled sightseeing stops. It. Was. Rough. Both of us spent varying amounts of time curled up in our seats, eyes closed, trying not to think about how steep and curvy the road was. We made it safely back to Marrakech though, and checked back into the same riad where we had stayed two nights before.