There are days when you feel like the whole universe is playing tricks on you and then there are those “in betweens” without anything crazy or out of ordinary. Well, except the fact you’re in Africa and completely nothing looks ordinary.
We drive long hours through mountains and lonely roads to reach our destination hotel before the Merzouga desert camp. Whenever we stop, it looks like we’re alone in miles and miles, but when we step out of the car, there’s suddenly a man standing somewhere near us. Still can’t figure out where they came from and how do they keep their sanity being alone there. But like the psychology has proven, after the first shock, we get used to it and the first “what the fuck?” is being replaced with “oh, hello there!”.
When we reach Merzouga desert, the sun is about to set, but we still need to ride our camels for one hour to get to the camp. My Bob Marley turns out to be a very calm camel. Riding with him feels like I’m peacefully sliding into the ocean of sands. We look as the sun goes behind the dunes and finally arrive to the camp. There are a few Canadians, Frenchs, Scots and of course a lot of Bedouin’s.
After the dinner, we realise there’s not that much to do, so we decide to join the Beduins in dancing and singing. Eventually it proves that Latvians can over-sing and over-dance anyone and anywhere. Everyone is getting ready to go to sleep.
Except us. The night is still young, so let’s climb the sand dune.
As we try our best to get our intoxicated bodies up the steep dune, my companion starts to talk about his heartbreak. It kind of motivates me to climb faster, just to skip the conversation. We reach the top of the dune and it’s magical. On the other side we see another camp with camels and white tents and far, far away there’s a city, so I just lay down and take in the view.
He continued to complain and that’s when I sushed him and told:
“Listen, we’re in a desert in Africa, on top of the sand dune. On both sides are camel camps, and above us is magical sky. So you can continue to complain about the same things you have been complaining all this trip and before that, or you can enjoy this view and just forget about those problems for a moment.” SO we just sat there and took the magic in.
The thing is, we sometimes get so taken by the little problems that we don’t see or appreciate the things around us.
It was not the season of snakes and scorpios. It was November and the weather was too cold for them, so we felt about 50% safe to roll down the sad dune as if it was covered in snow.
As we were rolling down, the sands were flying in the air, in our ears and all other body parts and we were laughing like kids. All the worries were left behind. No stress, no baggage, no laws, no expectations, no judging eyes. Freedom in the middle of nowhere.
It’s like the saying “Sometimes, you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes, in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself.”
We were woken up right before the sunrise around 5 or 6 am, we sat there quietly, looking as the horizon turned peach orange. It was another day in Africa, but something had changed. That night before the dawn, we promised ourselves to enjoy what we are given and leave the worries behind. This was a sunrise of hope. Because as we had learned by now –
It’s Mama Africa, no problem!