To get away from one’s working environment is,
in a sense, to get away from one’s self;
and this is often the chief advantage of travel and change.
~ Charles Horton Cooley
Watching the sunset from atop a dune in the Moroccan Sahara.
My friend, Rachid, took this photo when we were out camping in Erg Chebbi. One of the great worries of our companions, Ella and Barbara, when dealing with our unruly taxi driver was that they would miss the sunset. They were only staying for one night, so if they missed it, that was it. As you can see from the above photo, we made it in time for them to climb the huge dune (so much bigger than it's possible to capture in a photo) next to our camp and drink in the glory.
The next morning they climbed up again to watch the desert wake. They also watched me wake and stumble around looking for a bush behind which I could potty in privacy. Difficult when the highest point of nearby land was occupied. Ella shouted down helpfully, "DON'T WORRY, KATRINA! WE CAN'T SEE YOU POOPING!" Thanks, Ella.
Where have you gone for a change of scenery?
Edit: responding to a comment below inspired me to poetry! Here now is some clarification of that poignant moment, forever immortalized in prose!
Two climbed a dune to watch the sun,
in the course of which, they poked some fun
at a companion seeking to avoid the peek
of those who would spy her cheeks.
Despite encouragement duly shouted,
a location discreet had yet to be scouted.
Thanks to the warp and weft of the land,
a bush in accord with a dip in the sand
provided the shelter so desperately sought
and hid her bum as privacy ought!