Erg Chigaga luxury camp: luxurious and sustainable
If I had the choice of only one thing while on a visit to Morocco, I wouldn’t vacillate: a night at Azalai Desert Camp in the dunes of Erg Chigaga. The bad news ? Unlike the dunes of Erg Chebbi, you can only reach the camps of Erg Chigaga with a proper 4×4. Now, if you want to arrange for your own transport or a private Morocco tour, that’s up to you.
The churning drive from Mhamid ( east) or Foum Zguid ( west) makes you feel as if you need to deserve these dunes before you see them. (Tip: let your driver arrange for a camel ride just before entering the dunes so you arrive in style at the camp, right about sunset). Four large white canvas tents and three slightly smaller ones, complement each other so that one might think he/she is on his own in the Sahara. Two VIP tents, further away, come with their own dedicated butler, club leather armchairs and lounge- library. Inside you’ll find king-sized wrought-iron beds, quality mattresses, finest bedspreads, mosquito nets and Fes – ceramic water basins. Berber rugs cover the uneven rattan floors. King-sized beds are heavy with blankets and brocade covers – necessary in the winter – and light is provided by tin battery-powered lanterns. Bathrooms are provided with chemical toilets and pump showers with hot water, everything here meant to be sustainable and ecological. It’s rather obvious that Bouchaib, the owner, is an admirer of Out of Africa.
Once you returned from the camel ride and settled in, have your dinner in front of the tent, next to the fire pit, under the most bewitching canopy of stars. Dinner is served by candlelight, encircled by lanterns placed meticulously around the dune. Then, all there’s left to do is get inside the tent, zip the entrance and fall asleep, immersed in a silence so thick you could cut a strip through it. Next morning, the breakfast is there to match the effort you just made climbing on top of the highest dune to take in the sunrise. Omelette, hard eggs, home-made orange confiture, fresh orange juice, coffee, butter and Moroccan pastry to rival some of the best boulangeries in Marrakech make for a prince’s breakfast. In the middle of nowhere. One can only feel sorry for Salah, Mohamed and the rest of the team having to cross two or three dunes for each course to be laid on your table. All of them nomads for generations, rekindling hospitality, over and over again. Before you know it, it’s time to leave. And that’s the hardest.
Best visited from September to June. Alcohol is not available on site but you are free to bring your own.
