There is something about the dirt of Africa, the expansive clay colored earth, the soil you know, le terrior, that sort of stirs the soul and connects you to the depths of the place. Even more so when it is framed with the distant Atlas Mountains a bright blue African sky.
I felt that strongly as we arrived at Camp Scarabo on the Agafy dessert. Miles of minerally mounds dotted with canvas tents.
Upon this ancient soil they’ve created a compound that beckons one to connect wth the history, culture and mystery of this land, albiet with complete comfort and luxury.
Glasses of hot mint tea introduced us to the change of pace of the desert after our 90 minute drive from Marrakesh.
This camp is the epitome of luxurious indoor/ outdoor living. Sisal and Berber rugs frame outdoor seating areas. Hammered metal table tops were worn and weathered from years of use..
Enticing seating areas dot the space some under cover, some exposed,
and some with a promise of a roaring fire under the stars.
Comfortable leather couches, a bar and a chilly bin surrounded the pool which had the most amazing views of the undulating Atlas Mountains.
Our room was furnished with metal lanterns, leather poofs, Berber carpets, marriage blankets with pom poms and other traditional crafts and pieces from the golden age of desert explorers.
Lucky number 7!
As the sun began to lower we climbed onto the backs of our camels for a ride up into the mountains.
As we slowly and rhythmically plodded along the light, colors and the shadows intensified.
We climbed the mountains on the far side which gave us a different perspective of our new desert home.
A rare palm crossed our path of clay.
Our guide lived about an hour away and walked his caravan of camels home after our ride.
Spending time in a bedouin tent is something I’ve been yearning for and our introduction to our arid home away from home satisfied even my wildest dreams.
And so the tranquil adventure begins.