The highlight of my Moroccan holiday was, without a doubt, the night Rhett and I glamped in the Agafay Desert with Scarabeo Camp. As promised in my earlier post – Morocco, Morocco, Morocco – I am coming to you today with a dedicated piece on our time spent in the very luxe, very french, colonial inspired camp. And to be quite honest, I’m not entirely sure where to begin.
Rhett and I arrived to Scarabeo Camp at around 2:30 pm, December 30 via private transfer, half an hour before our designated check-in time. Just as our driver turned off the main road towards the camp, we were greeted with the most phenomenal panoramic views, all of which rendered Rhett and I completely speechless. What laid in front of us was miles and miles of untouched, stone-washed hills framed inconspicuously by the snow-capped mountains of the Atlas range.
I actually remember Rhett bursting out in laughter at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. The whole set-up felt insane.
Upon our arrival, we were welcomed at our car by the camp manager and promptly checked-in. I’d have to say that the customer service at Scarabeo Camp was pretty fantastic, no complaints. Our bags were taken to our private tent (tent nombre. 5) whilst we were escorted to the main seating area and served sweet mint tea with an assortment of traditional Moroccan desserts. And whilst the mint tea wasn’t the best we’d ever had, Rhett and I felt sated by the quiet, unassuming landscape of our surrounds.
Once Rhett and I had comfortably settled into our suite (aka enormous tent) complete with beautifully hand-crafted African and Berber rugs, Moroccan lanterns and oriental-inspired trinkets, we took a moment to investigate the bathroom amenities we were to use that night.
Not-really-to-our-surprise, we found the toilet to be self-pumping, the running water to be undrinkable, and to add another element to the situation, we were then advised that we had to notify staff half-an-hour prior to showering just so they could appropriately equip us with a bucket of hot water. Whilst this didn’t really bother us at the time, having only just booked to stay for the one night, we could definitely see how this would be inconvenient to the guests staying two or more nights.
Later that afternoon, Rhett and I went on our private couples camel ride around the Agafay Desert. Boy-oh-boy, we were not disappointed; the vista, the camp, the mountains were just incredible, incredible, incredible. But if I could have changed one thing, I might’ve asked to match Rhett with a sturdier, more robust camel as good old Fatima (the name of Rhett’s camel) seemed to come to complete standstills at the base of every hill. I’m not sure the poor girl was entirely ready to carry all 98 kilos of my husband. But thankfully, she managed.
For the rest of the evening, we pretty much walked around the camp with a camera in hand. I don’t think we could have taken a single bad photo, even if we tried. Every single corner, angle and perspective offered something new and different. And I honestly believe Rhett and I could have spent at least another night there, if only the camp hadn’t completely booked out.
And before I forget. I must emphasize just how fantastic the three-course dinner at Scarabeo Camp was. In fact, in regards to Moroccan food in general, you’d be hard pressed to go wrong. But good heavens, the chicken tagine, freshly baked and perfectly spiced roast vegetables, vegetable soup and soft-on-the-inside-crunchy-on-the-outside table bread were truly out-of-this-world good.
Needless to say, the walk back to our tent was not so much a walk but more a laboriously slow waddle.
So, I’m not going to lie and say that I slept really well this night. Because basically, I just didn’t. As it was December and we were deep into winter, with the night came the wind, and I found myself unable to ignore the constant flapping of our tent and whipping of the outdoor ropes. But in saying that, I was very comfortable and despite it being the dead of winter, Rhett and I felt toasty-warm (at times a little too warm) in front of our fire.
To sum it up, our one night stay in the ‘Mauve Superior Suite’ including half-board, 2 private transfers and couples camel ride came to a total of AUD $515. Whilst I would have to admit that anything above AUD $250 per night is quite expensive, arguably excessive, the experience itself, in my opinion, was one-of-a-kind. And if you were to ask my husband and I, if we would have done anything any different, I can tell you right now, we absolutely wouldn’t. It was a solid 10 out of 10.