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Ramadan Saves You Money

September 20th, 2009 by · No Comments · Africa, Morocco

The most noticeable difference in the souk this morning were the piles of severed goat heads, billies on one side, nannies on the other. In separate piles feet were bound together for…ah, soup? Muddy, bubbly red puddles in the street which even the dogs let alone. The meat will go toward a great feast at […]

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If shepards could ride…

September 15th, 2009 by · 2 Comments · Africa, Morocco

Check- Rusty mountain bikes, squeaky brakes, repair kit, pump, water bottles, Chaco sandals and a torn out Rough Guide map. Missing- Compass, helmets, gloves, topo map and Chleuh Berber language book. Day one- 40km loop from Tafraute up into the Ameln Valley where 26 Berber villages are built into the pink ridges of the mountains, […]

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Mountain Pass

September 14th, 2009 by · 2 Comments · Africa, Morocco

Don’t ride the buses at night Younes tells us, especially over mountain passes. But then again, that’s the only way to get to Tafraoute- 5-6 hour bus ride departing at 3pm. Moroccan road slang (flashing lights, horns), spoken articulately by our bus drive, successfully delivered us along a one way road with blind corners, no […]

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Insah'Allah- ن شاء الله

September 13th, 2009 by · 1 Comment · Africa, Morocco

God willing… If it is God’s will…. A beautiful expression I recently acquired, placing everything into the hands of God and out of one’s responsibility. Beggars with hands extended are often given a nod and quick Insah’Allah. Will you have bread later tonight or tomorrow, we implore at the boulangeria?- Insah’Allah, she answers. After biking […]

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Where Goats Climb Trees

September 13th, 2009 by · No Comments · Africa, Morocco

From the twisted branches of the Argan tree hang a fruit irresistible to the industrious goat, whose gastronomic engine delights in the hard outer fruit before the terminal end deposits the inner pit to sun dry in the scorched fields. Later collected, these pits are pressed for their oils, delicious in their own right, or […]

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