I felt tired, not interested, dreaming about a bed, in which I could actually sleep, not surrounded by loud snoring of others and not listening to the wind violently jerking the Berber’s tent. My night at the desert was uncomfortable sleepless, my butt felt sore and I could not think or imagine a place where the sand was not getting into. After spending one day in the car to get to Zagora, hoping all the way to arrive in one piece, desperately holding my suitcase while riding on a camel and trying to remove my contact lenses without getting sand in my eyes, I was not up for doing anything. But since I was not planning on coming back here, I dragged my sorry ass out of the car and went for a walk with our little group.
When we think about Sahara Desert first thing which must come to mind is sand, sea of sand, then sun, no water and unforgivable heat. But desert can have so many different faces – hidden treasures such as oasis with water and palm trees and believe me – some of them are huge, salt lakes – like the Tunisian part of Sahara desert, herds of wild camels wandering around… It can offer so many different landscapes but there is one thing which connect them all – they are wild and harsh.
Only 1% out of 10 million Tunisians are Berbers. Their history reaches 3000 BC but their culture is slowly disappearing as they integrate with Arabic world. The Berbers were pushed by Arabs in 7 BC to live in desert regions like Sahara. Despite their rough history they call themselves i-Mazigh-en – Free People or Free and Noble Men.