Venturing into the Sahara during winter can be challenging. But as today's guest post from intrepid travellers, Mary Finnigan and partner Chris Gilchrist, shows - there is poetry to be found everywhere and at any time of year.
|Light glazes the dunes like honey - Photo Chris Gilchrist|
"Four days in the Sahara fulfilled our R&R dreams like no previous holiday."
We are middle aged and so were appreciative of the creature comforts offered by an impeccably managed and elegantly presented Moroccan guest house, Dar Daif. Situated three kilometres from the outskirts of Ouarzazate, Dar Daif is a short stroll from the shores of Lake Ouarzazate.
|The RAMSAR wetlands - Photo Sandy McCutcheon|
|Mary and Chris|
|Chris, dressed for comfort, stays warm|
Light glazes the dunes like honey,
melts them like wax,
fixes them harsh at noon,
draws lines with them at sunset, doubts them at night.
Wind and sand and powdered rock -
a life reduced to mere clinging at the surface,
thin as a camel's cough,
the sussurant shower of a small cascade of grains.
No body lives here;
all burn out, dry to wisps and curls of hair,
talismans of bone.
Fold upon fold, the voluptuous dunes
threaten a serpentine erotic embrace.
Sandriffs build a symphony
always fading away.
A set of fading footsteps
is my only hope of return
to browsing camels, water,
the small fierce dry-wood fire
under the starless heft
of the ancient tamarisk.
Poem by Chris Gilchrist
|the ancient tamarisk|
Find out more about Dar Daif and the Ouazazate area here; Ouazazarte
Dar Daif is an old kasbah house. Owners Jean-Pierre Datcharry and his wife Zineb have recreated the feel of a desert caravanserai with richly coloured carpets, plants and artifacts. The guesthouse has been awarded La Cle Verte - one of a handful in Morocco - due to its ecologically sustainable practises.
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