Ait Oudiinar
This is a tiny town which apparently survives through agriculture and on tourists headed to the Dadès Gorge (as were we). We stayed in a Zero-Star Hotel, the Auberge Gorge du Dadès. And actually, it wasn't bad. People were friendly. The room was clean, if not very big. The hotel was packed and as a consequence, was pretty loud. The food was tasty and looked more dangerous than it really was. Music in the restaurant after dinner was "pick up" and as I found out, you don't have to speak Arabic to beat on a drum. Fun.
As we were leaving the hotel the next morning, we met a little Moroccan boy who was maybe 4 years old. His prized possession was a yoyo but he really didn't know how to work it. In my younger days, I used to be pretty good with a yoyo so I spent some time trying to teach him how to do it. We had no language in common but communicated perfectly in this limited domain of yoyoing. I can imagine him telling friends about this gentle giant, who spoke a funny language, but sure could yoyo.
This is day 10. Even before dinner our stomachs had the rumbles, but we were pretty much keeping it together. Some of our companions were now taking Cipro to cure travelers' diarrhea and had mild fevers. By the end of our journey, no one got really sick, certainly not sick enough to spoil the trip. But as the guide books say, "If you stay in Morocco for more than a week, you will get sick."
Tinerhir is an old and well established town which is situated on the high banks of the Dadès river. Terrific palm groves hug the river. As we leave Tinerhir we are taking a paved road along which are a number of well preserved Kasbahs. I started taking pictures of each and then learned that this is the "Road of a Thousand Kasbahs."
Do Not Adjust Your Set: These pictures were taken in Mid-April 2000 with a first generation digital camera. They are as big as they'll ever get.
Read MoreAs we were leaving the hotel the next morning, we met a little Moroccan boy who was maybe 4 years old. His prized possession was a yoyo but he really didn't know how to work it. In my younger days, I used to be pretty good with a yoyo so I spent some time trying to teach him how to do it. We had no language in common but communicated perfectly in this limited domain of yoyoing. I can imagine him telling friends about this gentle giant, who spoke a funny language, but sure could yoyo.
This is day 10. Even before dinner our stomachs had the rumbles, but we were pretty much keeping it together. Some of our companions were now taking Cipro to cure travelers' diarrhea and had mild fevers. By the end of our journey, no one got really sick, certainly not sick enough to spoil the trip. But as the guide books say, "If you stay in Morocco for more than a week, you will get sick."
Tinerhir is an old and well established town which is situated on the high banks of the Dadès river. Terrific palm groves hug the river. As we leave Tinerhir we are taking a paved road along which are a number of well preserved Kasbahs. I started taking pictures of each and then learned that this is the "Road of a Thousand Kasbahs."
Do Not Adjust Your Set: These pictures were taken in Mid-April 2000 with a first generation digital camera. They are as big as they'll ever get.