Jessica Makes it to Morocco travel blog

The palm grove at Tinehrir

Hassan - our quick witted guide picked us some mint

Our first view of Todra Gorge - apparently a hot (cool) picnic...

Todra Gorge -- popular with rock climbers

Had to dip my feet in the icy spring

Moroccan women rarely abandon their head to toe covers, even when everyone...

The water is so cold vendors don't need coolers to keep their...

You should've seen the computers in this internet cafe! Throwbacks from the...


I’m sitting in the back of the bus – everyone else has been playing musical chairs with their seats, but strangely, no one’s fighting to claim mine.. they have no idea just how comfy it is back here were I can stretch out. We’ve been in quite rural spots for days now and wifi has n’t been readily available – despite our jokes beforehand, the desert berber tents were not wired however I’m pretty sure we could’ve gotten cell phone service out there. So I’m trying to catch up and upload to the journal as I can.

We said by the the auberge, and while it was an incredible experience, I don’t think any of us was wishing we had more time there. It was just soooooo hot. I found that I was going through an alarming number of liter bottles of water as well as other drinks, and still not having to go to the bathroom much. I have developed camel tendencies, it think. But seriously… at home, not to be crude, but it’s a bottle in, a bottle out… here, it’s so hot that I guess my body’s using up every drop. And thank goodness it’s not humid… I don’t think at these temperatures we could survive if it were as humid as it is at home.

We drove from there to Tineghir… another 5 hours of travel. After lunch we were taken on a walking tour of the palm groves. Our guide was an older man with a wicked sense of humor – Hassan. From the roads above, you’d imagine these groves were nothing but date palms. But once you get inside, you see that they are plots of farm land. The plots are owned by families in the town and surrounding villages. They grow everything – olives, alfalfa, mint, pomegrante, quince, tomatoes, cabbage, dates, peaches…. I asked Hassan how they protect their own produce…. He explained that there is no stealing because of the shame of it. Total honour system at work. He also said that most people will give you something if you just ask for it, and often, they’d give more than you would’ve stolen anyway.

We said our goodbyes and it was back in the bus to todgha gorges.

You know, everyday, there’s at least one thing – usually natuaal – that makes me stand there and go ‘WOW!” and every day I wonder if there’s anything that can possibly top what I’m looking at. As we neared the hotel we were staying at, there was a terrible traffic jam, so we got out and walked. In the gorge, deep in the valley between the towering mountain cliffs, was a spring… and it was full of people playing, swimming and picknicking. The tradffic jam was caused by people parking along both sides of an already too narrow road… was pleased to see that kind of thing doesn’t just happen at home!

Our hotel had a great view of the gorge and stream… but no electricity until 7pm. They’re on generator and it’s only on for select periods of time during the day and night. I went and dipped my toes in the icy spring….. the water was so clear that at one particularly deep spot, it was aquamarine.

Had another hot, sleepless night in a fanless room with no ac and not a bit of breeze to speak of. When I nipped up on the rooftop in the morning, it was littered with mattresses, so I suppose others gave up on sleeping inside.

After another breakfast of bread and apricot jam and a delightful surprise omlet – it’s off for another day of travel and exciting sites.



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