A Night in the Desert

Yesterday I chose a trip to Zagora which takes you through a place that looks enough like Tatooine that a French man felt that Star Wars was filmed there and although that turned out to be false, many other American films have been including Gladiator, The Mummy, and The Hills Have Eyes. The name of that place is Ouarzazate. It was a two day trip and it took a full 6 hours of driving (stops not included) in order to get there. So we sat for most of the day and when we arrived we rode on camels to the campsite of berber tents.
We arrived in time to watch the sun set and then star gaze for a while before the moon came up. They served us a dinner of soup with rice and the Moroccan classic, tagine with chicken. Afterward, all the separate groups (there are many vans/shuttles taking people to each of the places I've been so far) gathered around the fire pit and enjoyed drumming and chanting. One of the gray-haired guests started dancing and amusing everyone there. It was an international group but we were all grinning and laughing (without judgement) with him. A new friend and I stood up and started clapping and somehow I happened to be moving in a way that got the dancer's attention and he pointed at me and said "you're next!".
It was the first time, without alcohol, that I felt free enough to dance. He opened the dance floor for me in such a perfect way that after watching him and the reactions of this group, my inhibitions weren't interrupting or blocking the improv moves. I was definitely no better than him at dancing but someone did compliment me on the dance. There's no way to show anyone what they were because the moment has passed and until I find that place again, my inhibitions are back in play.
After a long, chilly night, we woke up around 7, had a breakfast of bread, butter and honey outside while watching the sun rise then we were on the camels by around 8 since I know we got into the van around 8:30.
My phone lasted long enough to capture photos of what turned out to be a mix of snow capped mountains, canyons, and plateaus of the six hour journey. How long it would have taken if there hadn't been any dangerous, narrow roads with hairpin turns, is a mystery. The roads were well maintained which was a relief but it was slow going.