Considering how easy one can reach it from southern Spain Morocco had always been a priority for me, but thanks to a lot of flack thrown my way (very long story) I'll never take that mother of a ferry again. After an unappealing stint in Tangier and a better one in Marrakech I was on my way to the Sahara for what's already damn clear was one of the most breathtaking experiences I've ever had. If you've got the time and you happen to be in North Africa, MAKE THE DAMN TRIP!
My first stop was in Zagora which I'll admit did less for me than Merzouga. I didn't hate it, no, but when one thinks of camping in the desert massive sand dunes and the odd palm tree should be pictured immediately. Sadly this wasn't the case (you also have to pay for your own scarfs which was an unwanted surprise); we were about twenty metres from a main road and the dunes had gravel and rocks filling in for them. Next to that the camel saddles they used out there belong in a torture museum next to Rebecca Black's Friday. THE PAIN!
Next to that there were some on the first tour who were curious about foreign expressions and sayings, so when it came to something Australian I dished out a 'BONZA' to the joy of said 'some'. Should you be hearing a lot of 'BONZAS' across Belgium, France or Colombia and find yourself wondering what the hell happened, this Sheep is to blame. BONZA! (There's a hand gesture to go with it also).
Zagora and Merzouga are different rides to be taken, each with their ups and downs, but do one or the other... or both of them if you want to make it count. If you've read this far without falling asleep you'll know I've seen some amazing things, smelt badarse horny camels and had a few epic selfies taken (my red sand scarf included which needs some sewing done on the sides if I'm not mistaken) so by all means, try this bad boy out! And let's not forget that special mint tea either...