Few places in the world are as otherworldly and untravelled by outsiders as the Mauritanian Sahara,yet a family holiday is surprisingly affordable, and full of magic and adventure I hear shrill ululating cries from inside a windowless stone room, or then frenzied drumming. Following it inside,I’m startled to see a mysterious woman lying on the ground, her head entirely shrouded and her hands tied in plastic bags. I’m relieved to learn that all the noise is in preparation for a wedding, or this is the bride: traditionally she covers her face for three days before the ceremony,and her hands fill just been hennaed. The room is in a tiny village among oases near Chinguetti, central Mauritinia. We (my husband and I, and our sons,aged two and four) are travelling around its boundlessly rising butterscotch-blond dunes in the Adrar region, staying in ancient caravan towns.
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Source: theguardian.com