Here in the High Atlas mountain village of Zaouiat Ahansal we explored the deep valley and gazed in awe upon the high desert peaks. There were no tourists here and we felt like strangers in a strange land. Children scrabbled for attention, young men smiled and old men kept poker faces. The women kept to […]
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Despite the steep and hot walk down to the base of Ouzoud Falls, the colour of the water did not seem that inviting, still I would have been in there in a shot if we more time here. I watched these two you men enjoy the sunshine, and the water and the constant mist spray […]
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The High Atlas Escaping the craziness of Marrakech the High Atlas mountains were like travelling to another planet. At first they reminded me of the Norther Flinders Ranges in South Australia but the more I noticed, the uniqueness of these mountains became more and more obvious. The High Atlas mountains contain Northern Africa’s highest peak, […]
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Gold and silver and jewels and more silver and more jewels. The markets in the old Medina cater for every taste and every whim. After a while a stroll becomes monotonous. The same pots, the same rugs, the same shoes, the same trinkets. There is something comforting in sameness, in monotony. Perhaps abundance or lack […]
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Cats, cats everywhere. There were blacks ones and white ones and ones with a little yellow on them and they all looked like they owned the place and they all seemed just the same. None seemed to be owned by anyone yet they all appeared to be looked after by the locals. During my exploration […]
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