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... atop a load of hay stacked across its back. They were all happy to say hello, often accompanied with a beaming smile and lots of giggles. We balanced along the narrow walls stepping across irrigation channels and creeks then ventured along another valley and into a village. Walking along past all the mud built houses was amazing and again the locals were so delightful, with the children heading out to school we enjoyed chatting with a few who had mastered some ...
... actually expand 27 km so the whole valley is extensive made up of an array of thick palm groves. Our driver, suddenly turned left and before we knew it we were bush bashing through dirt tracks, we probably travelled about 15 minutes he then says wrong path, so we turned around and again went in another direction, we were literally in the middle of nowhere!! Then out of nowhere was our villa, still placed on a dirt track! Apparently there are heaps of ...
... dress. Ali immediately informed me he was a Touareg or “blue man of the desert. Touaregs are a tribal group and inhabit Mali, *****, southern Algeria, southern Libya and southern Morocco.
Karem drove Ali and me to our starting point, and Ali immediately proved to be a wealth of knowledge about the area and the various cultures and style of dress. I quickly learned that women wearing the black abaya (cloak like covering) are bedouins (people of the ...
Back onto the N9 main road and then fork left onto the N10 towards Skoura. We tried to make up the time we had spent admiring views over the Tizi n'Tichka and on the road to Telouet and Ait Ben Haddou, not wanting to arrive too late to get a meal (again) and certainly not wanting to be driving in the dark again.
Predictably, perhaps, it did not go according to plan.
We didn't have detailed directions to Chez ...
... well, it’s now or never.
And so, early in the morning I get up and head to Marrakech bus station to catch a bus over the mountains to Ouarzazate… the a collective taxi to Skoura… the some another collective taxi to Toundoute… and see what I can scare up there to get me up towards Tamzrit…. Sounds complicated, but I’m going to give it a try.
The Crazy Man on the Bus
What would ...