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Nice trip back throughthe Souss valley which I had originally passed through to reach Tafroute. Lots of nice views of the mountains, valleys and locals in the nearby towns. Even managedt o get a few nice photos.
Had originally planned to head to Marrakech then Taradount but decided on getting off at Adgar and then look for a bus to …
... money to buy a team football for at least 3 years judging by the sorry state of their tattered old pledge sheets.
Most hotels and some of the restaurants have wifi and there is a dingy "cybercafé" full of reasonable facsimiles of 20th Century desktop computers.
Every 30 metres or so you will spot a sign advertising "coiffures" next to a hand-drawn portrait of a man with ...
... br> We were greeted there by Ali, a young local from a nearby village who was keen to engage us in conversation and followed us as we explored, explaining to us this and that about the fort. Ali invited us back to his village home where we would be able to ride his donkeys, which sounded ok to me, but Anna asn't into that.
It was nice to be up on the fort, with sheep grazing on the slopes and the views down to the sea. .
... I met Mohammmed Gha, a friend of Petra's back in France, a smiling hippyish lad who had recently shaved of his hippy style hair for a passport photo. He was a village boy, his home half an hour into the hills, where his family had sheep, goats, cows, donkeys, and honey bees. Mohammed was another who made his living touting at the taxi stand, finding tourists apartments to rent.
And where was Ian? There was no sign of him. Dino reckoned he'd had ...
... us to relent to his vision. Luckily, a mercedes then came along, and though the driver wasn't going our way, he could nevertheless get us out of town to a better hitching spot.
It felt good to be at last away from the town, back in the countryside. As I rushed towards a distant ruin in the fields to wee, Rosina managed to flag down a car. I was too desperate to heed her calls, but thankfully the driver of the car waited for my return.
The young man of the ...