Blazing heat and remarkable Berbers
We set off to our starting point, where we met our camels and the cameleers who were to become such a big part of our immediate lives.
It was now time to start walking and it was hot, very, very hot!
There was clearly going to be no escaping the heat, and that thought was cemented by stumbling across the bones of a dead camel within the few minutes. We were told it would have just collapsed one day and simply wouldn’t have been able to get up again.
Temperatures in the height of summer can exceed 50 degrees; we were lucky and had to endure a mere ‘upper 30’s’ on that first afternoon.
The group were in good spirits and we were being broken in gently – small dunes and a short three hour walk into first camp, piece of cake.
That was until one of the team went down within the hour. Before long, the support vehicle arrived for her and she was taken off to camp.
We weren’t expecting everyone to last the distance but not making the first afternoon was a wake-up call, little did we know that this was just the start of things to come.
Arriving at our first camp, we were amazed at what we were confronted with. We weren’t sure exactly what to expect but it wasn’t this – four big tents to sleep in (or not as the case would be), a cooking tent, a big mess tent, and toilet tents, there was even a medical tent where our colleague was resting up.
Our Berber support group, who travelled ahead of us each day to set all this up. They were remarkable people, working like Trojans and nothing was too much trouble for them – everything was done with a smile on their face.
We quickly learned a big life lesson from them – enjoy each day as it comes, appreciate what you have, and don’t worry about what you don’t have. The Berber’s are without doubt the most welcoming people you could ever wish to meet.