Surviving a Sandstorm in the Sahara Desert While Riding a Camel

Earning My Stripes in the Saharan Desert

Our 4×4 jeep was trouncing over hardpan sand at the edges of the Sahara Desert when I noticed an ominous black cloud rising behind the low hills over my left shoulder.

I think there’s a sandstorm on the way,” I said to the driver.

Is nothing,” he tossed back casually.

I hesitated. I was certainly no authority on the Saharan Desert or Morocco, so I was inclined to trust him, but having lived in Arizona for 12 years, I’d been through my fair share of sandstorms. “No, I’m fairly sure it’s a sandstorm, and a pretty big one at that,” I reiterated.

A sandstorm in the Sahara Desert in Morocco flows over the distant hills as we drive to our tent camp

A sandstorm in the Sahara Desert in Morocco flows over the distant hills as we drive to our tent camp

As we drove the last few kilometers to our tent camp the driver casually suggested to our tour host, Dror Sinai, that we could do a sunrise camel ride the following morning rather the evening sunset ride. Before he could reply we crested a final rise in the dirty washboard sand and descended into a Laurence of Arabia landscape. Wave after wave of caramel-colored dunes stretched to the horizon. Scattered around the sinuous peaks and valleys, a caravan of ratty-looking camels nonchalantly chewed their cud.

The drovers wasted no time getting us mounted. I held on tight as the beast straightened its hind legs, pitching me forward, then jerked up on its front legs, tossing me backward like a rag. Nose to tail, the camels headed into the dunes, surefootedly climbing the shifting sands. I snapped a few photos but each time we crested a dune the graceless downward gait had me grabbing for the pommel with both hands.

Halfway through our camel ride the sandstorm climbed the dunes and hit us full force

Halfway through our camel ride the sandstorm climbed the dunes and hit us full force

I was so intent on capturing photos that I had forgotten about the sandstorm in the Sahara Desert, so it took me completely by surprise when it roared in from behind. One moment the sky was perfectly clear; the next moment sand was being driven through the air at such a velocity that it felt like thousands of shards of glass were slamming into my bare legs and arms. I switched to video mode and managed to capture a few seconds of footage before realizing that I needed stow the camera or risk severe damage. More importantly, I needed to protect my $800 prescription glasses, without which I am helpless.

As we plodded on I struggled to remove my backpack and put away camera and glasses, praying that I didn’t fall off in the process. The winds roared through the valleys between dunes, swirling up the loose sand until it was impossible to breathe. I’d just managed to zip my bag up when my camel came to a sudden halt and the handler tugged at the reins, forcing it to sit.

Thank God, we’re going to hunker down until the worst of the storm passes by,” I thought.

My handler helped me to dismount and began unwrapping the long scarf wound around his neck and face, intending to wrap it around me instead. Horrified, I refused. Without his scarf he would be totally exposed to the elements. Instead, I struggled into a travel jacket that I had stashed in my backpack and pulled the hood tight around my face. Grabbing my hand he dragged me, unwillingly, to the crest of a high dune that was apparently the sunset viewing spot. I stood for a few obligatory minutes at the top amidst swirling sand so dense it had entirely blotted out the sun before tearing off my shoes and sliding back down. All I wanted was get back to the camp and out of the storm.

The sandstorm in the Sahara Desert howled through the night, forcing us into hotel rooms instead of tents

The sandstorm in the Sahara Desert howled through the night, forcing us into hotel rooms instead of tents

Unfortunately, getting back to camp meant facing into the storm. I climbed back on my camel and clutched the pommel with one hand, while the other tried to keep my hood from being ripped off. Sand invaded every orifice and cranny of my body. It ground between my teeth, clogged my ears, and was sandpaper in my butt. With eyes shut tight I was blind, unable to anticipate the movement of the camel. Each time it reached a crest and galumped downward, I very nearly toppled off.

When we finally stopped my guide once again helped me to dismount and led me to the side of a long black tent, where he rolled out a blanket and motioned for me to sit. With the storm still swirling, he pulled jewelry and crafts from the flowing folds of his robe and laid them out for my perusal. It could have been 24 karat gold, for all I could tell without my glasses. I waved him off and headed for the lobby.

The next morning was crystal clear; except for the fine coating of sand on everything, you'd never know there had been a storm

The next morning was crystal clear; except for the fine coating of sand on everything, you’d never know there had been a storm

Dror was waiting for us with a contrite expression. “I thought you guys were going to kill me,” he confessed. “There were signs, if I’d paid attention. The driver asked me twice about doing the ride tomorrow morning instead of tonight but everyone was so excited about riding camels that I didn’t want to disappoint.”

Most laughed it off; a few were even delighted by the experience. I wasn’t quite so thrilled. I’d taken my glasses off quickly enough that they were not damaged but my camera hadn’t fared so well. But my camera lens was pitted and auto-focus would no longer function. It was a very expensive camel ride for me. Then again, how many people can say they’ve ridden a camel through a sandstorm in the Sahara Desert?

I was a guest of Best of Morocco Tours during my stay in the Sahara. However, the receipt and acceptance of complimentary items or services will never influence the content, topics, or posts in this blog. I write the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

21 Comments on “Earning My Stripes in the Saharan Desert

  1. It’s extremely difficult to take photos and video while atop a camel, never mind on a camel in a sandstorm! Sorry to hear that your lens and auto focus didn’t survive the storm.

    • I’m still using it Mary, because I need to replace it when I get back to the U.S., but I have to say it’s a real pain to have to manually focus everything. Ugh!

  2. Quite interesting place to see.I never thought to visiting such sandstorm could be this exciting.Great picture and video.Love to see such more saharan posts.

  3. Being in a sandstorm on a camel sounds like absolute torture, Barbara! Still, you got an amazing story and video. I can’t believe how noisy the storm was:o

    • Hi Lesley: I hadn’t really thought about the noise, but now that you mention it, it was like a roaring freight train. I guess I was too focused on keeping the sand out of my eyes, nose, mouth, and ears to notice the noise 🙂

    • Thanks Ali. It’s really tough to have that kind of loss, seeing as travel writing doesn’t pay much. But I guess that’s the price I had to pay for the story.

  4. Nice post with nice pics ….I have been there 2 times and love to again .

    • I would also like to return to the Sahara someday Sarah.I found it a place of exquisite beauty – at least after the sandstorm abated.

  5. This was a real memory-maker Barbara, and that is what life is all about. Congrats!

    • Thanks Tom! I miss reading your stories. Just checked out your site and no longer see them??

  6. I can’t believe they continued along to the sunset viewing spot regardless of the fact that no one could see anything during the sand storm. It sounds like going whale watching in the fog. What a trip!

    • Doing the ride to begin with was folly, Nancy. But to drag us up to the top of the dune in the raging storm was just pure stupidity. I couldn’t see more than six feet in front of me for the swirling sand.

  7. Sounds like you were let down rather badly. Riding camels in the Sahara is a great experience but it still needs to be done responsibly.

    • You’re right Make, but unfortunately in developing countries safety isn’t always taken into consideration.

  8. I think you’re right, Barbara, about the money-making reason behind going on with the trip. But… you got a few very cool photos & video in the process. Took me right to a place and situation I’ve never experienced. Sorry that it was at such an expense for you, personally.

    • Hi Cathy: It certainly was a memory maker, in more ways than one. And it makes for a great story, so it wasn’t all a loss.

  9. Not a great experience by all accounts and your tour guide should have been more switched on to the situation – that’s why they are there to use their local knowledge to give you the best experience.

    • Agreed Heather. Their overarching goal of making money cost me a couple of thousand in ruined equipment. But I’m sure they don’t care about that.

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