Sahara Part 3

So I climbed on my Camel, we bonded instantly. I will call her Porsche.

We trekked for 90 minuets into the desert, 48 degrees in the sun but it was beautiful. The vastness of the desert really took my breath away.

Obviously I could not be sensible for long, every time Richard or I passed each other we posed like we were gansta's riding a pimp mobile. Guess you had to be there.

We arrived at a small tent camp in the middle of the desert in between the dunes averaging 160m. I decided, as you only live once that I wanted to go to the top of the biggest dune I could see. So I set off running up it. Oh my god! Worst idea ever! Such hard work and I inhaled so mush sand puffing and panting that I was coughing like a 60 year old seasoned smoker for the rest of the evening.

I still got to the top like Rocky 

When we got back to camp it was dark, we had some Burber whiskey and dinner of Tagine.

After dinner entertainment included playing bongo drums ad singing Burber songs. I got everyone up and gave them a burst of the old scouts song Henry the camel.

At about 10pm it was pitch black and although the clouds were out in force the stars were still pretty cool. Shame it wasn't a clear night as I have heard that the night sky in the Sahara is magical.

The guide light some of the dry brush on fire and some of us braver guys took turns in running and jumping through it.

We then hiked back across the dunes and spent the night giving each other riddles and jokes before sleeping under the stars!