Saharan Stars

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This is an essay I wrote for my writing class. We had to choose a narrative, descriptive, or persuasive essay. I chose narrative.

Submitted: November 30, 2017

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Saharan Stars

 

It didn’t take long for us to get to the Sahara. We had just spent five days in Marrakech, where we absorbed the sights and smells of this ancient and foreign city. We rested one night at a small hotel that was carved into the side of mountain. The next day we were in a van for what seemed like hours when we saw a villa perched on the edge of the desert.

The camel drivers herded us from the villa to an enclosure where a clump of camels looked at our entourage with disdain. After much difficulty, we climbed atop the camels. We made our way slowly to the campsite as the clouds began to rain. The camels wanted to spit on us; however, we were clambering over the dunes. We were shivering by the time we reached our campsite, but soon we would find comfort in our tent.

It was absolute bliss when we slipped out of our damp clothes. The night was wet and freezing; the tent was cozy and warm. We knew there was food waiting for us. It had been an exhausting day and we were hungry and tired.

 

We walked into the main tent to a panoply of noises and smells. A large table was laden with exotic meats and spices that made my stomach rumble. I couldn’t stop myself from devouring everything in sight. My friend, Pepper, grinned at me with awe as I ate to my heart’s content. Little did she know, I had kept a bottle of prosecco in my bag to unveil at the perfect moment.

I opened the bottle with an aggressive pop, which alarmed our fellow travellers. Giggling with glee, Pepper and I sprinted outside, only to discover a sunset that will never again be matched. The sky burned with yellows and oranges; the night painted purple over the fading light. We sat upon the dunes and drank prosecco until the sun slept, then went back inside the tent to enjoy the night’s revelries.

There was dancing, music, games, and conversation. I could have spent hours speaking with those I met. After a while, we decided we wanted tea. One of the camel drivers invited us to a fire at his tent, where he and the other drivers were having a party of their own. We were worried about walking in the night as we did not bring a lantern with us.

When we stepped outside, the dunes were lit completely by starlight. The moon had not yet risen, but the landscape was bathed in a subtle glow. The stars twinkled, and we took a moment to bask in their light. After we arrived at the fire, the moon shone upon us, as full as I have ever seen. I don’t remember another time when I was as touched by the night sky.

With the moon guiding us, we glided back to our tent. We were cold but happy. The drivers had provided us with blankets and furs, and the tent was bone dry. Marrakech was ancient, but the dunes seemed timeless. As I drifted to sleep, I said to myself, “I see the moon and the moon sees me. Morocco is the place for me."

 


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