orange and pink

How lucky we were to have arrived just before sunset! The sky took turns between pink and purple, while the orange sand blushed. Though every photo I tried to take from the back of my loping camel blurred, you can still get a sense of the colours and the calm.

Pedro somehow managed to snap this not-so-blurry photo of me, secretly carrying a lentil-sized Baby within— followed by Tsewang wrapped in a brilliant blue turban.

erg chebbi

The soft orange dunes on the horizon appeared like something out of a dream— a smooth line of colour in a greying landscape that suddenly grew into waves. Here lies the edge of the Sahara: Erg Chebbi, where we were to spend the night.



First, we needed to find our camels.

suddenly, camels

where the palms lie

In a far corner of Morocco near the Algerian border lies the town of Figuig, a little pocket of green palmeraie surrounded by rocky golden desert.

happy holidays!

May your holiday be full of love, happiness, and creativity! My grandma sent me a new red sketchbook for Christmas, and I can't wait to start filling it up. 

Have a harika holiday!

camels!

Aren't camels delightful? I just learned an interesting camel fact this week: long before these humped beasts roamed the deserts of Asia and North Africa, their ancestors inhabited the forests of Canada's High Arctic region. Hard to imagine, but you can read more about it on National Geographic's website.

Who knew?