Oh, what a night it was – in Berber camp, in the middle of the Sahara desert under the million stars. But, it was time to move on. To get on that damn camel and ride into the spectacular sunrise in the dunes of Merzouga, the highest sand dunes in Morocco. Of course, no trip goes by without a complication. In the middle of nowhere, or maybe a mile further, the van broke down. No bad mood, just dance and sunbath until the replacement viechle came. And drive on. And on. And on. And passing the Atlas again. Surviving heavy floods, a mild food poisoning – and there we were – in magic Essaouira formerly known as Mogador. The modern name means “the little rampart”, a reference to the fortress walls that still enclose part of the city. Archaeological research shows that Essaouira has been occupied since prehistoric times. The bay at Essaouira is partially sheltered by the island of Mogador, making it a peaceful harbor protected against strong marine winds. The Medina of Essaouira is a UNESCO World Heritage listed city, an example of a late 18th-century fortified town, as transferred to North Africa by European colonists. It was a perfect closure to a perfect trip we had. This country made me really enmesh, left me speechless, and forced me to return as soon as possible… Enjoy the gallery!