Dar Qamar Zagora
Aslim, 45050 Zagora, Morocco
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Arabian nights
... of driving we dropped into an oasis of date palms in a valley they call the ‘Valley of a Thousand Kasbahs.’ We stopped at a famous, old, and very picturesque Kasbah, walked up through the ancient town to the top of the hill, snapped some pictures and got back on the road. Soon these very picturesque tumbledown Kasbahs will soon begin to look the same to us, as they seem to be around every bend in the road. At this particular one, however, we had a couple of very ...
Zigazagaah
... the pool at the place we stayed but somewhat foolishly we decided, at the time of year when most tourists stick to the cooler coast, to head further down to the edge of the desert. Zagora is a small town, once a major trading post for the berbers who travelled from here across the desert to mali, a fifty two day trip across the blistering sands by camel or foot, trading along the way and stopping at oasis's to refuel the camels with the valuable fuel of ...
The dunes that were in our guidebook
... but a look at
the temperature in that location and seeing 37°C we decided to head
back to Zagora to little oasis on the edge of town.
Today
as we drove south is interesting to see the beautifully kept villages
on the side of the road, these people have almost nothing, but they
still wave and smile to us rich people driving past their simple houses.
We started seeing more and more people with black skins and I assume ...
Endless Beauty
... fitted perfectly with the beautiful scenery we were about to encounter. Reggae music with soft beats, with lyrics we couldn't understand, amazing.
Tasha and I both sat in the back with a window to peer out of each. The weather was perfect, the sky was bright blue and the sun was constantly shinning during our trip. Our drive took us through the overwhelming Valley and we passed the red flat mountains which were beautiful. Our driver stopped off at various view points ...
Arabian Nights
... Inshallah Mentality as a driver (or passenger!).
But I digress...As we left the city limits of Marrakech, the Atlas mountains soon began to rise up on the dry horizon in front of us. Our little white mini bus zipped along, hugging the harrowing mountain switchbacks. The road seemed to be merely a thin spool of cracking asphalt unraveling and winding precariously along rocky mountain face. I closed my eyes for almost half the journey - too car sick and scared to ...


