Riad Hotel L'Arganier D'Or
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... tagine and mint tea. This time we were treated to a demonstration and explanation of the how the tea is prepared; hot water is added and repeatedly poured off first to remove some of the bitterness before adding the mint and sugar.
Another highlight was a day trip to a women's argan cooperative outside of the Tiout palmery (oasis). Before we got to the palmery we stopped at a very cool local Berber market, held in a large, dusty courtyard: vegetables, household goods ...
... spines with every jolt and twist. We passed herds of animals, their shepherds dressed in long, woollen clocks and the traditional wide brimmed, domed hats, reminding us that this was still Moroccan winter, though to us it felt like driving through a kiln full of dust.
Finally, we had some respite as we left the insane terrain of the last two hours and skidded elegantly onto a vast flat plain of cracked earth, like crazy paving. This was an ancient lake, parched ...
... of finding a hotel before dark was in question. Villages along the way were few and far between. We were going this way for the scenic views so we certainly did not want to be driving in the dark. A few kilometers before Oued Behril, we saw several small billboards advertising hotels, one a Palace and the other a Motel.
The dusty town was bigger than we expected. The first hotel in ...
... A nice short day out today and now were relaxing at the hotel - birds are singing and orange blossom again. It's been overcast today, but pleasant with long sleeves on. There'll be no sunburn though. Our guide has been lovely and helps us all order at the cafes. We've not had to eat any animals yet :) Lots of stray cats at the restaurants but not so many dogs. Daisy spotted a Barbary squirrel which also eats the Argan nuts. Lots of love ...
... in the desert oasis villages, where crime is almost unheard of have spoiled me a bit. I suddenly realize what a disaster it would be if my camera were stolen and I lost all the pictures taken over these last 8 days… The houses end and there a huge, dusty open lot… a couple of women that look like over the hill prostitutes seem to think I’m a funny sight in this very un-touristy place… A bit farther down I see something I haven’t seen ...