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... and palm trees and some very large rocks that we climbed up! We really enjoyed our time in Ouarzazette. It was soured slightly when we had a bit of a conflict when leaving the hotel. The owner insisted we hadn't paid for a night that Jack was 'sure' he did. I obviously backed Jack up and it got a bit heated and the guy threatened to call the police which I arrogantly invited, just for Jack to say 20 minutes into the debate that actually he wasn't sure he did pay. Total ...
... community music; there's no one dancing to their own beat, there are merely people's feets dancing to the people's beats."
REFLECTIONS: The time we spent at the girls school was definitely a peek into the struggles of women, students, daughters, sisters and friends in Morocco. While the night had a nostalgic feel to it even before it ended, I also felt the pangs of privilege, the lines and borders of my perspective - the very thing I'm ...
... it. Seeing random fish heads strewn around that had been stranded as the water receded was a bit weird! After that we went up through the old part of ouarzazate where everything was a lot more rural and exciting! At the end of the trip we went to a Berber cooperative where a guy in traditional blue Berber outfit showed us a mini museum of Berber artifacts before taking us upstairs for mint tea and some serious emotional blackmail. An hour later, I emerged with a bloody ...
... like Ben Hur, Gladiator, Alexander, Game of Thrones 3, Lawrence Prince of Arabia, Mummy, Babel...!And the list goes on!!
It's pretty much exactly what you picture when you think Arabian.. The old Kasbah ruins and city walls. The the reddish rolling sand dunes in the distance. The pockets of lush greenery and palms.
Our second tour day began (night in Tinehir) by visiting the Movie Museum in Ouarzazate (Quiet City) we ...
... mix of French pop songs, epic Arabic wailings and old Alanis Morissette songs, eventually emerging on the other side to a view of the stunning expanse of the Draa Valley, a beautiful basin of verdant palm groves gently carved out of the dry, rocky plains around it like a limp asparagus on a bed of lumpy mashed potatoes, or a dead green snake. Today the valley remains much as it must have in the distant past – a string of small villages accessed via rough dusty ...