Between the us and the border, dust devils danced across the sand and made for great photos against the dark sky beyond. We signaled for a left turn and followed the tracks west to the French cafe, Auberge Yasmina . We sat in the sun, happy to be off our camels for a while, and enjoyed our first soda in days. The last section of dune was the most spectacular, and we all felt disappointed when we reached the end of the erg and bid a teary farewell to our camels and their drivers. Back in the vehicles, we flew over the piste to Erfoud following tire tracks when we could find them and making our own when we couldn't.
Nothing comes out of the desert but oil, lies, and locust.
The sultan had left out a Mountain Travel-Sobek trek. After squandering an unfair amount of hot water on our first real shower in days, we were drawn out on to the balcony of our room by the roar of car engines. Our hotel was hosting the final leg of Fiat's Rallye du Maro c, and as we cheered the finishers, Porsches, Jaguars, Aston-Martins, and Ferraris spun into the hotel courtyard. A stylish finish to the end of a remarkable journey. The Marrakech Express camel trek is only one of Mountain Travel-Sobek's excellent adventures.