We probably shouldn't go over there, that's Algeria.

(yet again continued from a previous post)
The next morning we woke up completely sore from our long day of camel trekking. After a typical Moroccan breakfast of bread and hard-boiled eggs, we set off on another journey atop our trusty steeds.
We rode for two hours. To the East, we saw a large plateau and our guide informed us that that was Algeria.
Morocco is currently in a border dispute with Algeria. They are fighting over the territory in the far South. Although it is basically arid land, it is rich in history and oil.
We figured that it would be in our best interest to stay in Morocco.
Just as the sun was at its peak, we stopped at a small house in the middle of nowhere. We spread out in a small tent and ate a large fishy dish. (Most of us didn't eat this because we were wary of any fish served in the Sahara.)
We spent a couple hours there napping and watching military vehicles kick up dust as they sped by us towards an unknown destination.
Heading back to Tent City, we saw a very random donkey at the bottom of a large sand bowl. He was tied to a bag of sand and seemed to be an exact replica of Eeyore.
Our day was not very busy but we were glad to return to our de facto home. They served us another delicious meal and we brought our blankets outside and watched the sun go down and the stars come out. I have never seen that many stars in my life. They were absolutely brilliant.
A few of us stayed up way too late talking about everything and nothing.
We finally went to bed because our guides said that we were to wake up at 4 AM in order to watch the sun rise and so that we could get back to Rabat at a reasonable hour.

We were woken up at 3:30 with vicious hand claps and chants. I jumped out of bed ready to seize the day despite my 3 hours of sleep.
We hopped on our camels and headed back toward the base camp. The sun rise was phenomenal because you could see it coming up in stages. It was also nice because it slowly heated me up like a rotisserie chicken.
Too tired and dirty to take a bus, the 11 of us hired two minibuses to drive us back to Rabat.
The drive back was fantastic. Coming from the South East and heading toward the North West, we saw all the environments and ecosystems that Morocco has to offer. We passed rainy forests with little monkeys, caves, prairies, lakes, small mountain towns, rolling hills and even a place that resembled the Badlands of South Dakota.
The sun just barely beat us home as we got back around 6 PM; just in time to watch it set.
As Lyall and I stumbled through our door, Phillip who declined to go on our adventure said, with a hint of dismay, 'Hmph, you're still alive.'
After our 4.5 day weekend trip, I was a little surprised that we had made it home alive as well.