Many of you may know that we have taken the “title” of nomads over the past months as we chose to rent out our primary residence and attempt to travel. Our travels have led us to Morocco, and we have spent the last few days in the Sahara, and last night specifically in the desert. We boarded our camels – actually dromadaries with one hump as camels are not strong enough to handle the big dunes - just before 4 and got to our bivouac camp in time for sunset. We got up at 6 am to ride out our camels back for sunrise.
We learned that we are not really nomads. Our desert guide Yussuf is a true nomad – he does not remember when his family became nomads – that is just the tribe they are for as far back as he knows. A true nomad does not move homes – they travel all day in search of food for their animals to let them graze, returning home every night. The only time they move their home is when there is no rain and there is no grass growing for their sheep, donkeys and dromidaries.
Yussuf never went to school, but speaks 5 languages (not perfect but well enough). He works with tourists a few days (cook, cleans and entertains) and then walks for hours to find his family and give them money to buy food. He knows where his family is because his father comes to town once in a while to buy food at the market – otherwise they live from what they grow. When the sun goes down they play music, sing, dance and go to sleep.
Yussuf never wants to leave the desert or his nomadic life – he wants the silence only found out there in the dunes, surrounded by nothing but sand and a sky like a screen of stars....