A diminishing team
The heat was now becoming an issue, temperatures ranging from mid 30s to low 40s, and all of a sudden The Doc was called into action. The lady from the first day had to be taken back to Marrakech and a sickness bug developed within the group.
The penultimate day arrived, and with it the longest and hardest walk and a climb up the largest sand dune in the area – the Chagaga, standing at 300ft. Here is where Matt made what can only be described as a large schoolboy error. The entire journey we had been given strict instructions to stay with or behind Lahcen, our Berber guide, but on this occasion we were told that we could scale the Chagaga at our own pace.
Matt decided he was going to be Bear Grylls and get to the top first! He did it, but would regret it later… At the top, the view over what can only be described as ‘a lot more of the same’ was epic.
With the sheer scale of the Sahara stretched before us, this was the time to pull on our various charity T-shirts, take pictures, then sit down to contemplate what we had achieved and why we were there – a very emotional moment for many of the team.
As the day continued, it was clear many people were struggling and people were being sick through dehydration and heat exhaustion. At this point it was Matt’s turn to get sick; with a temperature and The Doc administering drugs and injections it wasn’t looking good for the final day.
The question being was it a sickness bug or just pure heat exhaustion? Thankfully it was the latter, and after a decent sleep, a Lazarus-style recovery, and massive regret about scaling the Chagaga at top speed, we had a full ‘Ten Days’ contingent for the final day.
Unfortunately the same could not be said for the entire team. What started as 24 people setting out on the first day, had a third less setting out on the final day.