Friday 7 November 2014

My Sahara Diary. The Dimise of Gary #4

Camp broke and off we went.  It was Anitas birthday and instead of the camels setting off we walked with them, which was really nice.   A bit further on and as a birthday treat for Anita, we were allowed - if we wanted - to ride a camel.   I had said to Annais, my daughter, that I would have my picture taken on a camel.  Chris and the others in the team stated that I had to ride it as well.  There was nothing I could do but comply.  Petrified, I felt the camel rise.  Firstly forward and then backwards then off you go.  All I could do was remember what Harry had said, dont put yourself at risk.  Looking down, I knew if I fell I would definitely break something.  So I held on and eventually relaxed and quite enjoyed my little self.  You could see so much more on a camel.

Everyone who wanted to took a turn and the day, even though hot, was not as windy and the trek continued.  We had a break and Mammon had a bag of oranges for us to eat.  I normally dont like to get the peel in my fingers but I put that to one side and really enjoyed the fruit, giving the peel to the camels.  Being covered up was the right thing to do and I enjoyed the walk even though it was quite a while before we stopped for our lunch.  The guides took the camels to a well nearby and surprised us by bringing water back so that we could all have enough water for everyone to shower.  I will never ever forget how refreshing it was to wash my hair and have a strip wash under the moonlight.  You could have packaged that feeling and sold it for a fortune at Christmas.  I knew now why it was so important for me to be there and how water is an essential that everyone needs and should not go without.  That evening we again sat on a dune and watched the sun go down.  It was heavenly.

The demise of Gary.  Eid was the festival that the guides were celebrating.  It goes back to the Old Testament when Abraham was asked to sacrifice his son.  Abraham showed his love for God and he was about to kill his son.  God told him that his faith and love had saved his child and he was now to slaughter a sheep instead.  Gary died and the guides shared their festival with us by sharing their meat and their company with us.

Anita then had a surprise.  One of the guides made her a birthday cake.  They made a pizza-like dough and cooked it in the coals of the fire and then topped it with jam, apple, cinnamon and cheese.  They asked Lolly to spell her name and, although when they brought out the cake, Amelia thought it was topped with anchovies, it was actually piped on chocolate.  We all were touched by their kindness and thoughtfulness.  A singsong then proceeded with the guides and then the Brightly Hodges family doing their family song.  I cant remember when I had laughed so much.  An early night was needed as we were going to get up at 4am and walk to a really high dune and greet the morning.

Under the stars and again tucked up nice and snug but still with my keep me safe prayer, 4 a.m. arrived and up we all got.  Nick lent me a torch, as I could not find mine (useless).  He was a really kind person and it was lovely to see how he and Amelia were so happy with each other.  Off we went into the darkness.  Another adventure and some new challenges in front of me.  I knew I would struggle.  The dunes in complete darkness are a bit like the sea when its on a turn.  Respect is needed and fear is not to be shown.  I was respectful enough but I was pushing myself too hard and failing hugely.  All of a sudden, I felt despair and wanted to cry as this was all a bit too much for me.  I thought everyone was in front and I was falling flat on my face.  All of a sudden Angie was behind me with Jim.  They both encouraged me as well as calmed me down.  I had my inhaler and I knew I had used it too much already but   I still could not see in front of me but I had Angie and Jim at my side calming me down.  Slowly we went on and upward.  The dunes were getting steeper and I was not sure if I could do this.  I wondered what would I do if I fell and broke something.  But having Angie and Jim there I felt safe.  The huge dune loomed ahead of me, threatening my self-control to give way.  I got half way up and then I started to feel quite sick.  A case of too much inhaler steroids, fear and nothing in my stomach.  I sat down and said I could not go on.  My stomach started to go into the motions of being sick and I felt quite close to tears.  Angie pulled out an energy bar and asked me to eat it slowly.  I did and started breathing slowly as well which calmed me down.  All the team had made it and we were only half way up.  Angie asked me how old Annais was and I said 22 years old.  She said, Why dont you go 22 more steps and then, if you cant go any further, we will stopI agreed.  I was told later that I had fallen for the oldest trick in the book.  Jim then said why didnt I stand in his footsteps and that way I would slow down and be able to catch my breath.  Between Angie and Jim I made it to the top and everyone clapped.  I was over the moon.  I thanked Angie and her reply was, that was what friends were for.  I was really touched.  On the way down I shed a tear or two just out of relief and pride in the fact I had made it.

In view of the stress of the morning, my asthma had kicked in so I was told to ride a camel for an hour, which I did.  I dismounted feeling much better although I focused on breathing and not speaking to anyone for quite a while.  It was getting really hot.  Jim said we would be another half an hour before we reached camp.  We knew by now that meant at least an hour if not more; it was two hours.  In the distance, we spied a tower and that was our destination; it seemed to take an age before we arrived.  Some of the team were struggling with blisters now.  I was called Ms. Boots as I had brought with me loads of Compeed, Savlon and Sudacrem, as well as mouthwash, antiseptic etc. etc.  When we arrived, the mats were taken off the camels and they were free to roam for a couple of hours.  Mint tea was served and then fresh salad, bread and of course the flies!!  We all sat in the shade and tried to relax.  Slumber prevailed for a while.

Nick, who was our camera man, had joked with Mammon that he could have his camera if Mammon gave him some coke.  Before we left camp, we were told his cousin would be going to a village by motor bike and when we arrived in camp, he would bring us all a coke.  We were all so excited at the prospect, it was like he had promised us the best thing in the world and at that moment in time it was.

We all packed up and off we went.  The pace was slower as the sun was still very hot and we were all quite tired.  Eventually we arrived at camp and with the promise of the coke we were all quite excited.  The camp was situated under some trees and it was very picturesque.  When we heard a motorbike arriving we were all like excited children waiting for Christmas morning.  The coke had arrived and tasted like honey. Then, as if like magic, the cook came out with donuts, chocolate spread and fig jam - mmm plus we had a third surprise.  Water for a shower for the second night running.  Like I said, it was just like Christmas with that sense of magic in the air.  However, it was not magic in the air, it was mosquitoes!!!!

Ms. Boots came into action with a jungle spray and an antiseptic pen that cooled down bites.  Poor Amelia was bitten all over.  That evening we had another singsong around the fire and Mammon's cousin had a lovely voice.  The Brightly Hodges declined to sing the family song so Chris took over and with Amelia and Lolly supporting on drums, the crowds were well pleased.  Angies camel guide then got Angie up and I joined them for the wedding dance.  It was a lovely evening.

We slept under the stars again but fortune was not shining on me that evening.  It had become damp and through the night I started with asthma; in the morning it was quite bad.  Angie suggested boiling hot water and a cloth to breath in and clear my lungs . It did help but I spent the rest of the morning on a camel and tried not to worry too much.  The team were quite concerned, so was I.

That afternoon, I was much better and was able to walk with the company again.  Most of the team had blisters and Angie and I farmed out the plasters and the antiseptic.  Mammon had a little oasis and some huts that had been built for nutters who liked to trek across the desert.  He had said that he had bore hole in which we might be able to have a splash around.  The last bit of the walk was walking across a dried up riverbankThis was a nightmare for the people who had succumbed to blisters.  Huge stones and pebbles and it seemed to go on forever.  Then at last we saw a settlement and that inspired us to put our best feet forward, damaged or not, and give it our best.  As usual, the distance from sight to actual was huge and we were all extremely tired.  The mats were placed in a hut that looked like a stable and we all lay down.  As usual, the flies followed us in and we seemed to be inundated with them.

Mint tea and then lunch avec flies was served.  Some of my friends were curious about the bore hole that Mammon had talked about and went in search of it.  They came back quite excited.  Mammon and his friends were filling up a tank that was made of some type of plasterboard.  I went in search of it myself and came back with Angie - both of us had decided to have a dip.  Anita, Amelia, Sheri, Chris, Nick, Lolly and Jim were already in the pool; the tank was pumping water in.  The only thing was, how could I get in?  Anita came up with the solution.  I stood on Angies knee, turned around and sat on the sill.  Chris then helped me into the pool.  With a great sense of satisfaction, I went under the pump and let water spray itself all over me.  It was exhilarating!!!!  We must have stayed in there for ages and then went back to the stable.  Most of the team were there and it was decided that the boys needed to sort out their blisters, as they could not walk on them.  I wont bore you with the details but with the help of some antiseptic etc., their feet, including Jims, were sorted.  The sand dune called us for the usual ritual and the sun sank and bade us goodnight.

I had decided to sleep in the stable due to the night being cold but also a tad damp and I did not want to start having asthma again.  It was our last night in the Sahara and we had a lovely meal.  The camels had gone but the guides came back and we all tipped them as they had done a fantastic job of looking after us.


We had to get up early to drive back to Marrakesh.  Bags packed and everyone was in the coach.  Jim came round and handed me my sleeping bag with a sly smile.  Whoops!  Whilst we were leaving the camp,  it dawned on me that I had not put my bag in the coach.  I casually asked whether I needed to have put my bag in the coach or had someone done it for me?  I felt so stupid.  What was I thinking?  I have no idea but fortunately someone had picked it up and put it in the back for me.  There were some sarcastic remarks - all done with good humour, of course - I was so thankful no one could see me blush.  We all closed our eyes and peace resumed for quite a while.

The journey back to Marrakesh was uneventful.  The scenery was amazing and the driver drove so well we arrived in the city at around 4.30 in the afternoon.  We eventually found the hotel and the bags were collected on a trolley by a man who obviously had had a bad day as he was quite rude.  All the formalities were taken care of and rooms and keys were given.  I was sharing with Angie again so I was quite happy with that.  The pool was in front of our room, so I was keen to get my costume on and go for a swim.  No flies was the first thing I noticed and was very happy.  Trust me to go into the bathroom and take one of the fixtures off the wall.  I could not do anything but laugh and I swore Angie to secrecy.  The swim was invigorating and we all got dressed for dinner.

According to Jim, Marrakesh was quiet but to me it was really busy, coming from a quiet village in Leicestershire.  There were so many stalls and I found it quite intimidating.  You also have to haggle or barter for your goods.  Some of the people were quite rude.  I have never wanted to not get lost in a place so much.
My daughter Annais wanted a Moroccan light, so after Jim showed us where we would be eating, some of the girls went shopping.  Chris wanted a beer and Jim did not do shopping if he could help it.  He once told me he used fairy liquid as shower gel.  The shop was just around the corner but he could not be bothered; a man thing I think.  We looked in quite a few shops and had a look at many different items of leather goods, pottery and, of course, glass.  My mother always kept me out of the pottery and glassware sections in stores and I do the same with Annais.  Things seem to happen and no one knows why.  I try to look and not touch, it is always the best policy.

Dinner was a delight and to everyones taste, mine included.

Sleeping in a bed was so nice although both Angie I slept in our sleeping bag liners.  A sense of peace and quiet came over me that evening and I fell fast asleep.  I awoke with a sense of excitement.  Showered, packed and ready for breakfast, I would be going home soon with so much to tell.  Breakfast was not like it was in the Sahara and I missed the quiet, the scenery and I must admit, the flies.  Daft as it may seem, they were part of a picture.  Every picture has a story to tell and without each piece the story would have a different tale.  The flies were part of a picture of serenity, wide open spaces, laughter, challenges, a sense of achievement and friendship, as well as making a difference to human beings who were not even aware of our existence.

Shopping had to be done but culture also needed to be part of the day.  A visit to the Kings Palace and the gardens was on the agenda and it was really beautiful.  The craftsmanship of the carvings and the mosaics that were on the floor, ceiling and walls was amazing and I would not have missed it for the world.

Amelia and Anita then went shopping for material for cushion covers.  They bartered and got the best price.  Nick and I looked on whilst Lolly did her own bargaining.  The lamp for Annais needed to be bought and Anita thought I ought to buy myself something as well.  So a-shopping we went.  Anita pointed out one shop and I went in.  Something caught my eye and as usual, I lunged for the item.  Unfortunately the item was at the back - some of the lamps lost their balance and fell.  The shop had been quiet.  Nick and Amelia made a quick exist.  Anita stayed put and smiled.  I apologized profusely to this very kind man who said he liked me and for me not to worry.  I found the lamp I wanted, bargained for the price, paid and left.  After that, I never ventured to touch anything again much to the relief of my friends.

Lunch was eaten and we were near to departure from Marrakesh.  Our bags were picked up and onto the coach we went.  Everything went like clockwork.  Into the departure lounge and on to the plane.  On the flight, what we had done and what we had achieved did not feel real.  I felt in a bit of a whirl.  A taxi picked us up and dropped us off back at Anitas where it was coffee and muffins and off to bed.  Up, shower, brunch and onto the train.

Harry was meeting me with Bertie and I was so excited but whyI felt like I had dreamt it all.  It was a joy to be home.  The last 10 days seemed to have disappeared.  Back home and back to work and I still had that same sense of bewilderment.




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