Every year when Christmas comes around, read advertisements that offer trips to pass the end of the year in the Sahara desert. And I always come to mind the idea of \u200b\u200bthe dates inconvenient and unattractive to me is the plan.
Life in the desert is moving at the pace the sun. There is no electric light, an aspect that determines the activities that can be carried out after sunset. In summer there is plenty of light and sets relatively late, but in late December it gets dark at five o'clock. From that moment life is limited to meetings around a fire and a cup of tea in hand. Something really nice, very sincerely that you enjoy and at least once in their life should be shared. The Tuareg people of the desert in general, are good talkers and can do those long evenings around the fire was enjoyable and fun. When there are foreigners in the group take the opportunity to sing songs, play an instrument and give it a intimate and romantic usually to the delight of the female tourists. I do not know if I'll have female hormones, but I must confess that Romantic atmosphere has enveloped me more than once, without necessarily feel any physical attraction to men (or the desert or anywhere else).
explained the most enjoyable part of the evening in the desert (well wrapped, as the continuous decrease of temperature from the time the sun sets are spectacular), I think it will be easier to understand my feelings when I try to imagine one of those trips into the desert at Christmas. I stand on the first night and the novelty of the fire and the three teas. I think the second night, almost identical. In the third. In the fourth ... They are evenings that can stretch from five in the afternoon until nine or ten night. And when you're a little tired of so many nights around the fire, comes the last night of the year. Like every night beginning to be equal, and think before you lie down to recover some sleep without realizing that you have accumulated, because with so many new sensations the adrenaline kept the first warning. But right now, come New Year and we must be watchful to beyond midnight. Know almost by heart the hundreds of stars in the sky, then fantasize that when you return to civilization, the songs begin to sound all alike, and has asked all the questions about his family, the lives of women in the desert, Islam, traditions and anecdotes accumulated after years of taking groups of tourists, Morpheus begins to win the game. Until you take a little less preparation of grapes, as every year, and left a space to think nostalgia for many friends and family at this very moment may be seeing the same stars, or at least the same moon.
Yes, that, precisely that is the least romantic I guess in the desert for Christmas travel.
All my readers know I am a sentimental, I mean, that left me intoxicated by my feelings. I always thought that allow at a date of special significance in the desert is something you should do at least once in my life. For So when I saw that in the year 2010 my birthday fell on a weekend and also going to have a rest day, enough to go to Bilbao but not to travel outside of Algiers, I started mulling over his head. He had thought Taghit near Bechar, the only place I know in the Sahara desert in reality looks like oases in the movies. However, shortly after a friend from work suggested I go these days in Timimoun, but more civilized place that has surrounding dunes. Only when this idea fell through because of problems with flight schedules, I thought of Bou Saada.
A stay at Bou Saada has very little to do in the XXI Century with the classical and romantic trip to the Sahara. Was once the starting point for caravans crossing the desert, but the camel market disappeared many years ago. Now are trucks that cross the desert on the roads, which have replaced the remains of campfires at night by shredded tires on the roadside. The old coaching inn and tourists are not looking comfortable hotels, where you open the faucet and hot and cold water flows, according to the will of the user. In the market stalls sell not only dried meat, vegetables, water, sugar and tea, as before, but many products "made in China", in addition to all As in any market is more or less Western. In full dunes, while I drew pictures with my friends, was answering phone calls from my family and friends.
that modernity has come to the desert does not mean that it can be extracted from the taste of adventure in freedom. Also, the Paris-Dakar rally had a GPS system to locate missing vehicles, an exercise in controlled adventure. And that, somehow, what I wanted for my birthday.
