From my post Venturing into Morocco's Sahara Desert:

"A hearty dinner – with wine and beer, even – was followed by an evening of entertainment on the rise above the camp, where a large steel tent frame sans canvas was set up to showcase Gnawa and other traditional music. In this particular case, as it was New Year’s Eve, this was combined with a Berber-Arab-Euro-Latino dance party that had everybody up and moving – and believe me, watching turban-clad Berber guys getting jiggy to “Despacito” and Bad Bunny was something to behold. After the stroke of midnight and fireworks, we skipped the cake to fall unconscious in our tents."