When you experience Erg Chegaga, known as the “real” desert, you will discover that the desert is timeless with its own rhythms and its own rules. You will be fascinated by the desert town of M’hamid and its lush palm groves and kasbahs, and mesmerized by the mirages, the dust devils and the constant change and ceaseless shifting of the sands. You will be awed by the mountainous dunes, as well as touched by their sensual curves, and you will be fascinated by the black rocky plains of the Hammada. Erg Chegaga will allow you to forget your humdrum existence and its attendant stresses, and just be:
“The fascination of the desert is not in its incidents, voyages, sights;
it is in its life.
It is the life of nature.
It is the repose, the silence, the concentration of being within — the peace.
It is rich with fresh and unexpected pulses of being;
And this renewal and invigoration does not come whip-like, as in the north,
But like a caress, with a softness and a secrecy,
A tenderness of the solitude, something almost voluptuous.”
George E. Woodberry (1914)