Riad Al Zahia
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... was green mountains, the goats still nibbling on the argan nuts high in the branches of the trees, locals still going about their business. We drove past mules, ridden by children, teenagers, men and women, their panniers loaded up with firewood and farm produce. It was real life that we were witnessing, the day to day passing of time in small villages, still not touched by time or technology, and in many ways, so much better for it. The locals seemed unhurried ...
... financial success in modern Morocco. We took pics of the beautiful stone lion, (who reminded me of Charlie) which commemorates the last wild Atlas lion that was shot in the 20s. It was carved by a German POW. We drove on across the plateau, higher, the forests retreating, now gentle downs where small flocks of goats and sheep were tended by shepherds. In Ifrane Farass told us to purchase some sweets, as he was taking us to meet some friends of his, a nomadic Berber family, ...
... of goats. About 3/4 way through the bus ride we stopped at a cafe and I decided to get a drink, but since I only had a 100 dirham note and the drink cost 5 dirhams (about 80 cents) the man spent about 15 minutes running around trying to find me the correct change. At least then I had some smaller money to buy things with once we arrived in Essaouira. When we first arrived we went for a walk along the beach, there were very few swimmers ...
Next day enjoyed the sun explored the town and booked some kite surfing lessons
avacado juice <omg.....>
explore around the ruins
collapsed on beach, first swim in the atlantic
husteled for spices
big night at the hostel
Happy Birthday Gail! 70 today.
Woke early to find breakfast all laid out in the common room. The coffee was bad but the food was good, by Moroccan standards – the usual bread and preserves, and a hard-boiled egg.
Went for a walk with Gail across the riverbed to the village on the other side, and up up up through the tiny pathways towards the top. No vehicles, and I'd be surprised if donkeys could make it.
We met a group ...