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... their skills and passing them on for the future. Reminded me of what NZ was like in the 1960's.
Actually this town has only 4000 people and they all seem to be working hard making a decent living. Many of the men move to Agadir for six months as the tourist trade and weather make it difficult to live here.
I like this place a lot and can see why others do too.
... firstly there were very serious floods that have closed a number of camps and effected quite a few roads, secondly the French government has a travel advisory against going to Morocco, there was an awful incident with a terrorist and a French journalist in the south close to the Algerian boarder and thirdly the threat of Ebola has put a number of travelers off. The camp we stayed in had about 20 campers where last year there were 200!!! Great for ...
... extended 10 or more km down narrow canyons. We passed several picture perfect abandoned villages clinging to the mountainsides. At one point, we drove through a tunnel of palms. Dry riverbeds were lined with hot pink oleander.
Boulders and Curious Rock
And as if that off-the-scale gorgeous scenery wasn't enough for today, about 10 km before we arrived in Tafraoute, ...
... been just a hazy, vague outline in the distance got bigger and clearer, as we drew closer and the scenery changed to redder, rockier and hillier! Hills became mountains....now, if you read the last blog I did question at what point this happens and though it is not clearly defined, it is widely accepted that a hill becomes a mountain at the all defining height of 610 metres above sea level. 609 metres....nope, a mere hill; 611 metres...call me a mountain! We wound ...
... be very discreet about my parkbenching video clip and quietly prop my camera next to me on a bench out on the main road. People already think I'm crazy here, so I don’t want to give them any more fuel for their imaginations.
And with that, I head back to Agadir, pack my bags, say goodbye to a few people and then head up north once again. But not for long… I know I’ll be back in this region ...