We woke up, put on our clothes, and headed out with our packs to eat breakfast at the hotel. After finishing, we put our packs on the car and started the 5 hour drive. After stopping for bathroom breaks, sucking on anti-nausea pills, and wondering how far we had driven, we stopped to see a grand market.

The market happens once every week, and some travelers have to spend days and days to get from one side of the Atlas Mountains to the other on donkey to get to the market. The market is similar to a Walmart. They have clothing, nuts, veggies, fruits, instruments, knick-knacks, brooms, spices, hay, saffron, insecticide, candies, and more. We bought 1 kg of almonds for 5 dollars and 1 kg of carrots for 30 American cents!!!

We drove through the (very) bumpy road into the mountains, where we saw children of all ages who had walked 11 kilometers protesting to have school resources! We continued the drive to a Berber nomad’s house! We stopped to visit some nomad houses and one of them invited us in to have some mint tea. Their houses were caves and had the same charcoal ceiling as La Cueva de Pileta in Ronda. The nomads have been living the same way for more than a millennium! The nomad (Fatima) had four children; we met one of them named Khadija. In Islam, the firstborn girl is named Fatima (Fátima, Fatma, Fatemeh, Fatimah, or Fadime), and the firstborn boy is called Muhammad (Mohamed, Mohamad, Mohammed, Muhammadu, or Muhammet).

We continued on the road looking at the landscape every once in a while. We were heading to Ouarzazate, which means the “quiet city” in Berber. We arrived to Ouarzazate, in a hotel called “El Petit Riad” which means the tiny Riad.

 

 

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