Wait for it…
…aaaaand there it is. Still in Whole30 Day 1. Hit-a-wall tired and headache. It’s going to be a long week. I would give anything to smash my face into a cake right now.
So, I give you the best type of distraction – dream travel.
You already know how I feel about the desert (Sahara, not Mojave.) I was the person who wanted to ring in the millennium and spend New Year’s Eve 1999 in a Berber tent in the Sahara… and in a parallel universe I can be found killing it in the Paris-Dakar Rally. Which, by the way, is apparently entirely different nowadays:
The Dakar Rally (or simply “The Dakar”; formerly known as the “Paris–Dakar Rally”) is an annual rally raid organised by the Amaury Sport Organisation. Most events since the inception in 1978 were from Paris, France, to Dakar, Senegal, but due to security threats in Mauritania, which led to the cancellation of the 2008 rally, races since 2009 have been held in South America. The race is open to amateur and professional entries, amateurs typically making up about eighty percent of the participants.
The race is an off-road endurance event. The terrain that the competitors traverse is much tougher than that used in conventional rallying, and the vehicles used are true off-road vehicles rather than modified on-road vehicles. Most of the competitive special sections are off-road, crossing dunes, mud, camel grass, rocks, and erg among others. The distances of each stage covered vary from short distances up to 800–900 kilometres (500–560 mi) per day.
But in my dreams, I am still traversing the Sahara Mad-Max style, looking exactly like this:
I digress. I have come across my perfect travel experience and had to share:
“Discover the main sights of Marrakesh.
Watch the activity in the Jemaa El Fna.
Explore the Atlas Mountains.
Travel the ‘route of a 1000 Kasbahs’.
Ride a camel to your desert camp.
Visit the palmeries of the Draa Valley.
Relax in the oasis of Skoura.”
Don’t mind if I do.