I was fortunate growing up. From a very young age, every year we’d go on holiday in the caravan, sometimes multiple times a year. The first time I went overseas I was 11 years old, but this was a one off! Of course being a small child (and then a teenager) I equally loved the excitement of going away but then certainly done my fair share of moaning! Believe me, there was only so much scenery and walking that my small mind could deal with!!
After two long days of travelling across Morocco from Marrakech, we arrived on the edge of the Sahara Desert. A night camping between the dunes was the main reason for my trip! My heart sank a little, for the first time since arriving in the country, the clouds started rolling in. I had envisioned riding through the desert on the back on my camel, taking photos of its shadow on the sand and suddenly this all seemed to be crashing down around me. I’d even read about tours that had to be cancelled due to bad weather. I really didn’t want this to happen to me.