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... for my hand, and drew a design on the back of my hand. In a fast 5 minutes, all three of were painted by our new friend Abdul. (Fingers crossed it lasts!)
The area around the pottery collective and the library was in shocking disarray - there was a huge field out in front, and it was completely littered with plastic bags and trash. There was a group of young children who were playing with a small fire, piling plastics on top to watch it burn - the smell ...
... away as best I could to find my prophylactic blister plaster barricade hanging soggily from my sandy orange feet. I had foolishly tried to be clever. Who knows, maybe it bought me a couple of days of perfect foot health...... In any case, there they now were, soft, spongy and white and strangely painless, until I tried getting my boots off and on. I retrieved my stinky flip flops from the big yellow bag and padded carefully over to the mess tent for dinner.
... today was the Barbary squirrels, are about the size of
chipmunks, with grey and white fur and moved at surprising speed. They
are also as curious as a cat, they disappeared down between two rocks
and a few moments later to the faces of taking over the rock looking at
There appears to be only one campground in Tafraout
and that is on the way in, on highway R105 with GPS settings of N 29°
45.352 W 8° 57.746 at an elevation of 936 ...
... tricky. What was waiting for us at the top of our trek was a beautiful, thin waterfall, into a plunge pool. The water was too cold for us to jump in, but we definitely appreciated the spray on this gorgeous hot day. We walked up close to the waterfall and stood behind it, with the sun on the opposite side, and it was amazing to look up, from underneath the waterfall to see the sun shining through the raging water as it fell through the air.
We ate some fruit at ...
... to Zagora.
Our driver quickly displayed the common Moroccan driving style known as total and complete lunacy (well, at least that's what I call it). I would like to take a minute now to describe for you what Stefano and I have come to call the Moroccan Driving Conundrum (although I know this
phenomenon is not limited solely to Morocco, we have witnessed it in Egypt,Vietnam...even Italy!). SO, Why is it that virtually all tasks (except for daily prayers) ...