Sahara Splendor

Amazing Sahara!

Amazing Sahara!

When I woke up to the alarm on that Sunday morning, I didn’t have time to linger in my bed thinking about my day as I usually like to do upon awakening.  Instead, I had to wake up Safia so we could see the Sahara once more before leaving for Marrakesh.  Our goal was to take great pictures of the sand dunes over the sunrise, and luckily, it was supposed to be a sunny day.

We quickly walked toward the sand, dodging the camel poop, and then as our bare feet sunk in, we noticed the sand was much cooler in temperature than we expected.  The sand was actually cold.  It was windy, too, with traces of sand getting in our eyes.  Except for a somewhat annoying Moroccan who was trying to make money off of us as well as maybe four or five people in the distance, Safia and I owned the Sahara all to ourselves.  The sand dunes looked slightly orange in hue, and as we faced the horizon, the majesty of the sun, a tiny orange orb, was exquisitely unveiling itself.  Although I have witnessed many sunrises, this particular one was the most magical and spiritual that I have ever experienced.  The purity of the Sahara’s horizon with absolutely nothing but sand somehow made me feel like I was seeing the sun for the very first time in my life.  The world at that moment looked so pure, clean, untouched, and I have never seen beauty quite like it.  The sand, sky, and sun were all there was to see, and nothing else was needed.  Perfection doesn’t require much.

When the sun fully revealed itself, I felt it was okay to be human again whereas moments before, I was just pure spirit.  Among the orange sand and sun Safia and I  took many, many pictures.  Then soon after we headed back toward our room to pack.  It was time to leave the Sahara.  When the car pulled away from the hotel, I don’t know why, I started to cry.  My friends didn’t know it, however, as they were in the front seats and I was in the back.  It was a beautiful, sunny day.  While the radio was playing in the car,  Kacem’s fast driving was leaving a trail of dust beside us and behind us.  We were on our way to Marrakesh!

Good morning!

Good morning!

Sahara Magic

Sahara Magic

I left my footprints in the Sahara

I left my footprints in the Sahara

 

About Blogatrixx

I took a solo trip to Istanbul in May, 2012 that changed me forever. It started my passion for travel, and it also ignited my passion for photography. This blog was created to express and appreciate the beauty of life through my travels.
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