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... the street beckoning us to visit the Kasbah, another to visit the pottery factory/carpet cooperative/trinket store/a restaurant stop.
We were in the Draa Valley and have hit the tourist trail big time, and as the tourist season is winding down for summer all the guides (official and unofficial) are vying for access to that last holidaymaker's dollar.
Nestled in the Hamada Sahara (rocky desert) the Draa valley is the largest palmerie ...
... explain their predicament. Mohammed’s face lit up and seated in the front he proudly pointed out the mountains on the green and rocky Tizi n Tinififft (mountain pass) that glow white from sunlight bouncing off reflective mica giving the impression of snow. As well as the ancient mud brick Kasbahs, the palmeraies and the Tagine shaped mountain (Jebel Kissane) looming on the horizon of Agdz.
Pleased and grateful that his ordeal was ...
... a certificate of marriage. After lunch we traveled 80 miles to the oasis town of Ouarzazate, which was originally created by the French as a garrison outpost in the Sahara. We passed very high parts of the High Atlas Mountains which were snow capped. As we continued the we came to a lake that was created by a Dam. They are building a huge solar energy plant that when it is completed, will provide the cheapest energy in the world. We arrived in ...
... its independence, it replaced the old feudal system with a more modern ministerial system. I guess some of the Caids found themselves out of a job in the restructure and without it,they could no longer afford the upkeep on their properties. Different times....same story!
So why did our German fella pick this one out of all the kasbahs in the south of Morocco? Because this one belonged to Caid Ali.....before Moroccan independence ...
... the depredations of the carpenter ants.
In those days we attended many parties, my sister and me, and always we killed. We shared our kill with all, as is the custom of our people. The dancers were plucked and smoked like the pickerel hanging in my grandmother's tishkanagan, but the air on the balconies was as fresh and clean as a young trout gutted by a grizzly that has not yet grown astigmatic.
5. Old and ...