This post will teach you four things:
- the desert is alive, it moves and this might be quite dangerous
- I most definitely am the queen of selfies. Not.
- I can´t take pictures if the camera I use doesn´t have a viewfinder (the light gets in the way and I don´t see what I include in the picture, for example the big shadow in the picture of the mother with her daughter)
- I can´t choose which pictures to publish, so here they all are: enjoy, poor you
At the end of October in Arfoud there is a big dates exhibition attracting people from all over Morocco (I am serious: there are no free hotel rooms in that period). The family I am living with went on a Saturday afternoon and, of course, I went along.
On our way to Arfoud we stopped because the children, and secretly me too, wanted to see the little desert dunes along the road.
At first I couldn´t really believe that the desert actually was there: we aren´t far, but not just next to it. And that´s when I realized that the wind is moving the sand and, of course, creating new dunes where you don´t expect to find some.
This is why all along the roads here there are a lot of fences made of woven palm leaves to block the desert. I have been told by a local professor, that the landscape changes so quickly, that where your parents had a field, now there is sand.
So, there we were with the three children running around like crazy and getting lost between those little dunes. You can´t realize from the pictures, but most of those dunes aren´t taller than me (and I am quite short). O well, you can see it from the last picture: the girl is four years old and she isn´t thaaat shorter than the sand mountain.
But anyway, even if this wasn´t the real Sahara, it was stunning, it was breathtaking and I just could´t stop looking at the beautiful waves that the wind draws on the sand: pure witchcraft (are we sure that the Weasleys went to Egypt and not to Morocco with the money they won back in 1993?)