This was my second visit to Morocco. It started in Marrakech, from where we drove to Merzouga to spend a couple of days on Erg Chebbi dunes and visit the M’ifis Ghost Town where the French used to mine minerals. In the desert we learned a little about the Berbers – or Amazigh (free people) as they call themselves – very warm and friendly, but also proud and independent people.
Lucky to be there outside of the tourist season, we could experience the tranquillity of the desert, and only sometimes pretend not to hear the revving engines of quads at sunset, or not to see the light pollution from Merzouga gluttonously devouring Milky Way from the night sky.
