Inside and let the drumming begin

The fire, now only hot coals,  has been moved inside. Here are a few photos.  The dark one is without a flash and as it was in reality.

Houssaine is an accomplished Berber drummer and was anxious to start.  Ali, in the yellow headscarf,  our regular driver, and another Ali, the owner are all ready, but the drums are not.  Apparently, they need to be heated up before use.

Eventually, both the men and the drums were ready.  They also had castanets, which were the forerunners of the Spanish type.

Tea and drumming for quite some time.  I absolutely loved it.  If I closed my eyes it almost put me in a trance.  Fortunately, it always stopped in time.

Later, dinner was served at a nearby table - salad, bread, olives, tagine, coffee or tea, and oranges for dessert.

More drumming.

Outside to view the stars, but too chilly to stay out for long.  Also, the sky was not as clear as it could have been.  None the less, some constellations were pointed out to me. I felt sorry for any tourists in the area, though, especially if this was their first desert experience because the sky with the thousands of stars in 01 was the most awesome sight to behold.

I left the men and retired to my tent for a little shut eye.  I hoped that more drumming would lull me off to sleep.