Aziyade
Travel Blogs from Taroudant
Me in morrocco
I've been on my own in Morocco for the past two weeks, as of last week and those from now on I am living with a typical traditional Moroccan family. There is Fatima, the grandma, her spinster daughter, Arkia, her son Ahmed, his wife Fatima and their 7 yr old daughter Radija. I am spending about a month here trying to learn darija, the local Arabic dialect and working on a photo project. Both are moving slowly. I have a ...
Nachm regen
kommt sonne, und die hat mich most definitiv vertrieben von der Kueste. Morgens bin ich zu einem unglaublichem gestank aufgewacht. Nu is marokko nichts fuer die feine nase, stinken tuts da sowieso in meinem 50 Dirham Luxusappartement.
Aber das war hart, also dachte ich mir so schlimm kanns nicht sein ich lauf mal zum strand da stinkts bestimmt nicht. ...
Taroudant
... demeurant sympathique et très intéressant. Tu bois le thé et tu ne ressors évidemment pas les mains vides. Tout ça après 45 min de négociations ardues, tendues, musclées mais courtoises pour ressortir avec quelques chose que t'avais pas prévu d'acheter !
Mais cela fait vraiment partie du Maroc.
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The changing face of Morocco
... that the attempts to plant crops away from the rivers was beginning to be successful. Issam explained that the water table was close to the surface here and local farmers were able to create their irrigation using pumps to pull the water to the surface. Still at this point all work in the fields was done by hand or with a small donkey. The fields were never larger than about 200 feet squared. We would often see people out working in the fields – ...
A day in the life of a Moroccan... Not really
... but very soon I was “scooting” down the dirt road. I turned around and headed back only to have Issam tell me now I must ride a scooter like a Moroccan – he put Morganne and Lucy on the back! Now the bike did not have enough power to push us up the small hill. Issam yelled, “you must peddle!” My feet found the peddles, and with that extra from me, the scooter began to crawl up the hill. We were off. Then I ...