Mari is back.....
She writes....
The trek
finished at 08.30 March 22nd
2009. 126kms, which included temperatures of 46 degrees, sandstorms,
hamada (rocky ground), salt
pans, endless sand dunes culminating in a 1000 foot high
sand dune called Chagaga.
To try to put
into words what I
experienced is almost impossible. Not just the physical aspect, the
heat, the thirst and the blisters, but also the
emotional side of things, the
friendships formed and the
incredible courage shown by some of the trekkers.
I would like to
thank everyone who
supported me in any way. I couldn't have done it without you. You can
read about my advnetures in more detail below.
Desert Trek Log
We arrived in Casablanca at 9.30 pm,
very much a group of 50+ strangers. 30 for Classic FM and 20+ for
Capital Radio raising money for their particular charity. We were
delayed in Casablanca for three hours with no money and nowhere to
spend it anyway. We eventually arrived at our hotel in time for three
hours' sleep before we started our trek. However we were luckier than
the Gatwick flight who arrived in time for breakfast. Not a good start
After breakfast we had a five hour
coach journey to M'Hamid via Zagora where we had our last cold drink
for a week and bought shashes (Arab head dresses to protect us from the
sun). We later had a 'wee' stop where we were told - girls to the left
and boys to the right! I decided the sooner I got the first time over
with the better it would be. So dignity, pride and vanity put firmly
aside I went. I don't think I've ever felt quite so uncomfortable. The
second time it was more a question of who cares?
At the edge of the desert we were met
by Ahmed and Brahim, the Berbers who were the caterers and provided the
most amazing food in impossible situations and never stopped smiling
for the whole week. Then we started the first walk: only three hours,
and I was pretty apprehensive. Actually it wasn't too bad. It was over
Hamada (very rocky ground), but it wasn't too hot (about 35 degrees),
and there was camp all set up for us, even makeshift toilets (little
tents over holes in the ground) but private at least. We were met with
hot mint tea and biscuits. After dinner an early night as my head was
splitting and I slept like a log.
Up at 6am, breakfast of porridge,
bread, jam and cheese and then taking down the camp where everyone
'pitched' in.
This would be our first full day's
walk. It started in small dunes with my head still thumping then more
Hamada and the temperature went up to 46. We stopped for 10 minutes or
so every couple of hours to allow the people further back to catch up.
On this day I found myself walking in the middle of the group which by
the end of the day was totally soul-destroying mainly because the
people at the front reached camp half an hour before me. I spoke to a
few of my fellow trekkers today - all of them lovely.
Camp arrived sooner than I expected,
but I was exhausted. Some of the front runners actually clapped us in
to camp and, lo and behold, there was a shower waiting for us. It
certainly puts things into perspective. We were allowed about 2 minutes
per shower but I can't remember a better one.
In the evening the Berbers built a
bonfire and sang and danced around it, ably helped by Annette (from
Kansas) who has been learning to belly dance! A good time was had by
all. At night the sky is amazing, with no light pollution the Milky Way
is so clear and shooting stars were a common sight. I'm not sure I've
ever experienced such a profound silence. Nature I guess is truly
humbling.
The second instalment (and news of her
next adventure!) is below, following some of Mari's pictures.