Merzouga Overnight Camel Trek & Sandboarding Desert Camp

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Duration2d

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Erg Chebbi Camel Trekking & Berber Camp Experience

You’ll ride camels through golden dunes, try sandboarding at sunset, share mint tea and music with Berber hosts, and sleep under a sky full of stars in Merzouga’s Sahara. It’s a mix of adventure and tradition you won’t forget.

Step-by-step itinerary

Day 1 — Camel Ride and Sunset at Desert Camp

Camel trek from Kasbah Hotel to Merzouga Desert Camp
Stop to relax and climb dunes for sunset views
Sandboarding on dunes
Traditional desert welcome with mint tea
Moroccan dinner at camp
Campfire and drums circle
Overnight in Berber Beduin tent

Day 2 — Sunrise and Return to Hotel

Watch sunrise over Erg Chebbi dunes
Breakfast and hot shower at camp
Camel ride or 4x4 transfer back to Kasbah Hotel

The Experience

The late afternoon heat was just starting to ease when we met our guide outside the old kasbah hotel. Camels waited nearby, chewing quietly, their shadows stretching across the sand. I remember the first few steps—awkward, a bit wobbly—but after a minute or two, it felt almost natural swaying with the camel’s stride. The air smelled faintly of dry earth and mint from a tea vendor’s stall back at the edge of the village.

We stopped halfway to the camp, right on top of a dune that seemed to glow as the sun dipped lower. Our guide, Hassan, handed out battered sandboards—nothing fancy, but sliding down those slopes with laughter echoing in the wind was pure fun. The sunset wasn’t just a view; it was a slow hush falling over everything, even the camels seemed to pause. I snapped a few photos but mostly just sat there, sand in my shoes, watching the colors change.

At camp, Berber hosts greeted us with sweet mint tea in small glasses. The tents were simple but surprisingly cozy—woven blankets and soft rugs underfoot. Dinner was tagine and fresh bread, eaten around a low table while someone tuned a drum in the background. Later, we gathered by the fire for music and stories. The stars overhead were brighter than any I’d seen before—no city lights for miles. I drifted off in my tent listening to distant drumming and the soft rustle of wind on canvas.

Dawn came early. Someone called softly outside each tent—time for sunrise. It was chilly enough for a jacket as we climbed another dune to watch the first light spill across Erg Chebbi. Breakfast back at camp tasted extra good after that walk: warm bread, honey, and strong coffee. The ride back felt quieter; everyone seemed lost in their own thoughts or just soaking up those last moments in the desert before returning to real life.