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Zigazagaah
... the tall trees and created a huge vein of green life through the brown. The heat was slightly more bearable at night but still felt like some one was holding a hairdryer on full heat at your face everywhere you went and the desert seemed to suck every drop of moisture out of you, no matter how much fluid you put back in. Mustapha who ran the campsite where we slowly roasted ourselves when not in the cooling pool was a excellent cook and his tagine was the ...
The dunes that were in our guidebook
... that being the holy day
for Muslim people, we saw people going to or coming from a mosque,
dressed in what we would say their Sunday best, and where we drove past a
mosque with the people inside, we are able to observe all of the shoes
outside, and extremely simple shoes they were.
We are
still amazed at the number of children we see gather around the schools,
and we think the schools have two classes every day, one group ...
Endless Beauty
... of the Berber Atlas villages live. The house was made out of clay and clay alone. No lighting, no glass for windows, no doors, just the straw that was in one of the rooms for the Horse and Donkey. There was also the cutest little puppy asleep in the sun. We were shown around the house, the lounge, their sleeping areas and then the kitchen which was full of silver pots and pans. The woman of the house was in the kitchen happily preparing us the traditional Mint Tea to welcome ...
Arabian Nights
... as though they were extruded from a topographic map - each individual elevation line defined in dark brown, red and ochre stone.
We stopped at a movie studio where many desert movie scenes are filmed. The studio gates and chipped stucco Pharaohs seemed strangely out of place in the sun scorched landscape. We ate lunch at the gate of a Kasbah in Ouarzazate. This sight of the kasbah elicited group singing and dancing on the sidewalk, as we all "rocked the kasbah" ...
Catching Up
... from their well. It was interesting to see how people just live out there without anything but their families, sheep, and tents.
The next day we kept going on our camels until we came back to the camp were we stayed one more night. We said goodbye to our camels and our guides, Haleed and Brahmin.
Then ...


