Lunch before our camel ride was at a small inn near the beach and offered a delicious tagine of vegetables and mint tea. Howard had purchased a turban head wrap in the old city market of Essaouira, and at lunch, Mustapha tied it into a traditional Berber turban. I was amazed when afterwards, we walked outside to find the camels in the yard waiting for us as I had assumed we would go to the farm where they lived. We climbed aboard and headed to the ocean. Howard wore his turban to keep out the sun, wind and sand.