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2 Apr 2009

i really don't know where to start.

I really don't know how to start telling my tale; my solo trip to Maroc (Morocco).

From the unforgiving city of Tangier,
to the cultural capital of Fes,
then to the gem amongst all the Imperial Cities Marrakech, down south past the Atlas Mountains,
into the desert beyond and 90km through
piste
(gravel and rocks) road in the Dry Mountains,
to the oases of the Draa Valley,
to the kasbahs of the Dades Valley...


A trip to the heart of Maroc
Not forgetting the short but precious trip to the heart of the Maroc culture, where resides religion, family, shuma (the concept of 'shame', similar to 'face' in other Asian cultures) and I would say one of the most sincere hospitality I have seen in my travels thus far.


Once upon a setting sun...
Perhaps I'll begin this tale with a memorable photo, needing no editing because of the humbling magnificance of the country's natural beauty. I will hopefully finish this tale, insha'allah.

setting sun | an oasis in tamungalte | draa valley | south maroc
Uncle T

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