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Sahara Desert Lookbook: Sunrise From Butterscotch To Ginger
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Source: Wendy Hung Sahara Desert Lookbook: Sunrise From Butterscotch To Ginger
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Source: Wendy Hung #Desertlyfe, there’s nothing like it.
Golden. Limitless. Hushed. Peaceful.
It was dark, I could sense shadows of camels. Hopping on Hado, who would transfer me over dusty sand hills, was an easy task. Memories of my sister and I screaming in the Egyptian desert when I was fourteen years old came sparkling back into my memories with Sahara. Our shrieks, so loud that even the tiniest ant jumped from its legs.
It was comforting, nothing like riding an unpredictable horse. Hado’s broad back slowly maneuvered one hill over another under a navy sky. Though a few moments later, it would fade faster than an Instagram filter. From X-Pro II to Reyes, sunrise awaits. My second affair with Sahara was eight years ago, I was sick with stomach flu. From a different entrance into the desert, the land was seductively flat but every step the camel took for two hours, I was yearning for one more shot of energy. That night, my colorless face and frail body camped underneath immense scintillating stars, so bounteous that I thought to myself: if this is how I’m dying, at least I’ll die happy to have seen this.
It’s 6 a.m., Hado and I reached the bottom of a sturdy hill. The guide climbed as I attempted running, kicking soft sands like magical powder. Thrilling without coffee, this is the power of Sahara.
Thirty minutes after arriving at the top of the hill, after numerous selfies with my guide, our infinite land surrounding our hyper selves shifted from butterscotch to ginger. The sun peeked, then proudly showed off its blazing luminosity. In its amber inferno, our sun casted incredible placidity. It forever overpowers a being, but in a good way – it empowers.
Some are mountain people, some are water people. I’m forever a desert girl. Uncertain why that is, though I am sure of how Sahara always makes me feel. Steady.
