I spent the last four days hiking through the Moroccan
wilderness, sleeping on rooftops, and eating more couscous than I care to
admit. Let me explain…
On my last voyage, Morocco was the last port. Kevin and I
did a cool overnight trip where we got to spend the night in a Bedouin tent out
in the Sahara and take a camel trek through some local villages the next day.
(Riding a camel for that long sounds a lot more exciting than it actually is.
The camel rash is a real thing. Trust me.) But we also spent about 20 hours on
a bus over the course of 4 days so while I arrived home a bit car sick from all
of the bus rides, the group who had done the Berber Villages of the High Atlas
Mountains trip came back dirty, smelly, and satisfied. I heard nothing but
great things about the trip from those on my last voyage and from a good friend
who sailed the following semester, so when the opportunity to return to Morocco
presented itself, I jumped at the chance. After a brief stop in Marrakech, we
spent two days hiking through the High Atlas Mountains through some of the most
beautiful country side I had ever seen. (Morocco, who knew?) Each day for
lunch, we would arrive to this perfectly forested area, where our fabulous
porters had set up a picnic spot and prepared some delicious food for us to enjoy.
It was, by far, some of the best food of the entire semester. At night, we set
up camp in a Bedouin Village, ate yet another wonderful meal, enjoyed each
other’s company, and slept out on the rooftop underneath the stars. Four days
after we started, we arrived back to the ship dirty, smelly, and satisfied, as
promised. It was one of my favorite Semester at Sea experiences and an
all-around great way to end the voyage.
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