Bikes and Donkeys
Trip Start
Jun 07, 2008
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Trip End
Jun 28, 2009
This summer, I rode my bike every day and since we have been traveling, I have not been able to ride at all. But today, I borrowed a bike from a boy who lives in the village near the Kasbah and rode bikes with Dad around the village. The paths are made of dirt and are quite bumpy, but it was lots of fun! There are mostly bikes and mopeds and donkeys on the road because the village is surrounded by the river bed (which is flooded in the spring) and only 4x4s can drive in. We heard the call to prayer as we raced around the roads. Fun!
Lu and I also rode donkeys around the village, which was cool. I got to ride on my own . On the way, Sali, one of the guys in the village, invited us to visit his house to see his animals. He had turkeys, ducks, chickens, rabbits, dogs, and a tiny baby kitten. His house was amazing - he built it himself and it was two stories, like a mini-kasbah, with four towers on each corner and all made of adobe. We saw some real Kasbahs this morning. Kasbahs are actually fortified buildings with four walls that rich caravan traders built for their families. At one Kasbah, they said that the women never left the Kasbah except for when they were born, when they got married, and when they died. My mom would hate that!
Tomorrow we head over the Atlas mountains to Marrakech - on the road again! We will cross the highest mountain pass in all of Morocco and in all of North Africa before getting back to a big city.
Lu and I also rode donkeys around the village, which was cool. I got to ride on my own . On the way, Sali, one of the guys in the village, invited us to visit his house to see his animals. He had turkeys, ducks, chickens, rabbits, dogs, and a tiny baby kitten. His house was amazing - he built it himself and it was two stories, like a mini-kasbah, with four towers on each corner and all made of adobe. We saw some real Kasbahs this morning. Kasbahs are actually fortified buildings with four walls that rich caravan traders built for their families. At one Kasbah, they said that the women never left the Kasbah except for when they were born, when they got married, and when they died. My mom would hate that!
Tomorrow we head over the Atlas mountains to Marrakech - on the road again! We will cross the highest mountain pass in all of Morocco and in all of North Africa before getting back to a big city.


