Hotel Dar Zitoune
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... was the school built by the Germans for the nomads, to help to educate the children. They had made one huge error and neglected one very important fact, nomads, by their very nature, are nomadic! They are constantly moving on. They school was never used and is now guarded by one solitary man, whose unfortunate job it is to bake in the heat of the desert and watch the jeeps scramble past, speaking to no-one, doing nothing.
Our ride was even rockier than the previous ...
... good but had padlock on the door. We couldn't find our way to the Palace and we thought sleeping in the car might be better than staying at the fleabag looking hotel we had noticed. We passed the center of town and the town seemed to be petering out. We decided to turn back and take a closer look at the fleabag hotel, if we did not find anything before we reached a gas station we could see a ...
Heading back, I can barely make out a village, perched at a dizzying height way, way up the mountain. That must be Tamarut—which is the very last village. When I went there in 2002 I hiked from there up to the mountain ridge which si the watershed between the south and north… to the north you can see the plains that lead to Marrakech… to the south the plains of Taroudant. ...
... from that village have that surname” It’s an interesting insight into how the mountain region is divided by family clans.
I’m told that if I wait a while, there should be a collective taxi to Assaka… but I ponder for a bit and think “why don’t I make it a little more interesting? Why not start at the base of the mountains and hike to Assaka?” This is going to be ...
... s something that it’s not…
I reach the gate at the opposite side of the pseudo-medina, with no luck with hotels. I hate retracing my steps, especially when I already know I’m not going to find what I want back this way—so I try to look for an alternate way zigzagging the side alleys… finally I find a hotel and call it a night. It’s been a long day.