Gone to the desert. BRB.
Well, I certainly never expected to find myself in the Sahara Desert. Yet here I am prancing around on Dahkla’s famous White Dune and kissing camels. These things happen! This isn’t the Sahara Desert you learned about at school though. This is a coastal taste of the tundra; a hint of heat whilst letting me keep my toes in the water. That’s the beautiful thing about this spit of Moroccan-owned territory, you get all of the sun as well as the sea.
Getting here by Jeep convoy (bouncing for miles over boulders and dunes) isn’t most glamorous way to travel, but once you step out and walk the mile-long stretch out towards the big sand mountain (spotting shells and beautiful sand patterns along the way), you soon see the true beauty of the region.
Once at the top of the dune, the view over the lagoon is stunning. Cast your eye along the expansive horizon and you can make out the craggy spine of Dragon Island too. After chilling out with the camels, it was time for lunch. Our starter was served in a hidden seaside bar by way of metal trays, lemons and fishing nets, featuring the most enormous fresh oysters I’ve ever seen.
As we bounced back to Dahkla town for a feast of kings, we were treated to the sight of a flock of pink flamingoes flying over our heads. Maybe this is really glamorous after all!
If you like the look of Dahkla, come and see the beautiful pastel coloured town!
What I wore in the Sahara:
Thanks again to the Moroccan Tourist Board for the opportunity to discover the Sahara Desert!