



Privacy is of utmost import at Azalai. Each tent is far enough apart to feel like you're alone, especially during candelit dinners under the stars. Whipped up in the camp kitchen (the bread is sand-baked), you'll tuck into a four-course set menu that fuses French and Moroccan cuisine. If the weather calls for it, you'll eat in the tented lounge, furnished with antique wooden trunks, woven rugs and candle lanterns. Outside, there is a shaded lounge on the sand and firepit for memorable evenings with the sound of shifting sands on the breeze.
In a private, sandy alcove, each tent is simply but beautifully decorated. Beige Berber rugs cover the rattan floors, vintage trunks act as coffee tables, and breezy linens set the tone. Each tent has a small sand 'deck' with papillon armchairs, but the Courrier Sud tents are more spacious with a separate living room. The bathrooms are kept private with a curtain (not fully though), and have flush toilets and hot water at your request.
When you've lounged until you can't lounge no more, wander through the dunes the Berber way - on camel back - and visit one of the nearby desert villages to meet some of the local people and share a cup of mint tea. Back at camp, the team will gladly set up a three-hole golf course, hidden somewhere amongst the dunes - and even if you don't know your way round a putter, it's not everyday you get to play in the Sahara. If you're a yogi, there's no better time of day to practise than dawn or dusk.
An iconic pitstop on the edge of the Sahara with more than a few ancient charms.