Day Two: Moroccan Adventure

In some ways, nights are more special than the daytime in the desert. Maybe it's the zillions of stars in the pitch black sky. Maybe it is sitting simply around the campfire and listening to the ancient echoes that whisper to you through the crackling fire or through the cries of the striped hyena off in the distance.

Camels are fragrant beasts, and they have a powerful sense of smell. Check out this nose and you can see why.

It's easy to get riled when you're in an unfamiliar environment. My camel, Hameed, has a way of assuring you things will be alright, but first he must be confident that you respect his way of being in the world. It's either the camel's way or no way.

You see yourself differently from the Moroccan desert. The endless desert and the vast sky that surrounds it make you feel small and unimportant. I'm convinced that everyone should experience these things. Your ego seems to disappear in the vastness that engulfs you. After riding in the warm late morning sun without talking for two hours, you develop a sense of yourself that is different than anything you can find in Cleveland, Ohio. Well better get back to camp.