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The Amazigh 14 Jan 2015 Berber villages in the Hi The Amazigh 14 Jan 2015 Berber villages in the High Atlas are the mountain strongholds of the Amazigh people, the indigenous inhabitants of North Africa who were here long before borders, nation-states, and package tours. While empires and dynasties traded flags in the cities, Berber communities dug in higher up, keeping their own languages, customs, and rhythms of life. These settlements, despite the spartan surroundings, each held its ground with a stubborn, almost spiteful dignity. Scattered along ridges and riverbeds, they grew out of a very simple equation: if you want to farm, herd, and survive in this part of the world, you go where the water runs and the land doesn’t collapse under your feet. As we wound through the umpteenth switchback the first village appeared and disappeared without warning – a cluster of square silhouettes on a ridge, a sudden flash of laundry on a rooftop, kids chasing a scuffed‑up football in a patch of dirt that passed for a field. There was no romance here in the postcard sense. No curated authenticity, no handcrafted narrative about “simple mountain life.” Just the hard fact of existence at altitude: water, stone, sun, and the daily negotiation between them. Roofs patched with whatever material survived the last winter. Satellite dishes bolted onto centuries‑old walls, quietly siphoning in the outside world. The people moved slowly but with a kind of unhurried precision, like they’d already seen every version of the fool’s errand I was on. Old men in wool djellabas watched the road with eyes that had measured a thousand travelers and found most of them wanting. Women disappeared around corners with baskets and secrets. Children stared with open curiosity until the Land Cruiser passed and the spell broke. From the window, with the engine growling and the road curling under us, the Berber villages felt less like destinations and more like checkpoints on the edge of some older, slower reality – one that didn’t care who you were, what you’d left behind back home, or what you thought you’d find beyond the next pass. #Amazigh #HighAtlas #BerberVillages #NorthAfrica #MountainLife #AtlasMountains #Morocco
Climb 14 Jan 2015 As the road rose, the last scra Climb 14 Jan 2015 As the road rose, the last scraps of fog pulled away from the slopes, revealing folds of rock and scrub that had been there all along, waiting with the slow patience of geology. The green foothills below unraveled into serpentines of tarmac, the road coiling back on itself in tight, insistent switchbacks as we gained height. Marrakech, with its low murmur and warm, crowded air, was now somewhere behind a bend in the world. #mountains #morocco #travel #nature #adventure #landscape
Shrouded in silver 14 Jan 2015 The Land Cruiser h Shrouded in silver 14 Jan 2015 The Land Cruiser hummed along the empty road, and the city softened in the rearview mirror to a muted memory. The mist began to thin as we left Marrakech behind, peeling itself off the low rooftops and orange trees like a graceful veil. Silver gave way to gold. Shapes sharpened. Colours darkened. Out ahead, the Atlas mountains loomed as a suggestion more than a fact, hulking shapes buried in mercurial haze. The air coming in through the cracked window was still cool, but there was a dry edge to it now, a hint that the softness wouldn’t last. There was something slightly unhinged about that in‑between hour – too early for clear thought, too late to turn back. The noise in my head now buzzing in the same register as the engine. The tarmac was indifferent to all this though, and continued leading us straight toward the mountains, no apologies, no disclaimers. #MoroccoTravel #AtlasMountains #Marrakech #TravelWriting #MorningDrive #MistyMountains #TravelStories
Setting forth 14 Jan 2015 We left at dawn. The mi Setting forth 14 Jan 2015 We left at dawn. The mist hung low over Marrakech; the city waking up from its slumber. I met Omar at the hotel reception. A soft-spoken, composed man in full Tuareg outfit; he would be my guide and driver for this leg of the journey. We reviewed the plans, loaded up the Land Cruiser and hit the empty streets of Marrakech. The mist carried a whisper of smoke and spice. I was looking forward to putting some more distance between myself and, well, myself. Things were feeling a bit crowded, inside – perhaps a bit of open scenery would air out the static. Off we went, bound for the Atlas mountains and, beyond them, the open expanse. #Morocco #AtlasMountains #Marrakech #SaharaDesert #TravelDiary #AdventureTravel #Wanderlust
Sun sets on the Red City 13 Jan 2015 Taking refug Sun sets on the Red City 13 Jan 2015 Taking refuge from the intensity of the medina, I take a seat on one of the rooftop cafés surrounding Jemaa-el-Fnaa. The sun begins to set, transforming the square below into a magical scene, filled with a unique blend of colour, movement, and atmosphere. The once-bright sky takes on hues of soft gold, orange, and pink, casting a warm glow. The towering Koutoubia Mosque, standing nearby, is beautifully silhouetted against the vibrant sky. The energy in the square heightens as the day gives way to evening. Street performers, snake charmers, and storytellers gather small crowds, while vendors hurriedly set up their food stalls, each one filling the air with the rich aroma of grilled meats, spices, and freshly squeezed orange juice. The buzz of voices, music, and the occasional beat of drums starts to blend into a soundtrack of the evening, as both locals and tourists fill the square, eager to experience the night. I take a sip of my mint tea and savour its sweetness. As internal calmness sets, I gather my thoughts, thinking about the purpose of this journey. It had been a long day; I was tired, but happy. This city and the atmosphere within it has certainly had an invigorating effect so far, and left me curious about what more Morocco had to offer. As the light fades further, and lanterns and streetlights flicker on, I see the last light of day still resting on my next destination: the Atlas mountain range in the distance, far beyond the red city and the lively scene below. #marrakech #morocco #jemaaelfnaa #sunset #travel #redcity #atlasmountains
Premonition 13 Jan 2015 Somewhat lost again in th Premonition 13 Jan 2015 Somewhat lost again in the maze of alleys I finally arrive at a junction with one the medina’s major arteries, and start heading towards what I presume is the nearest location of an exit gate. On the way is another mosque, and I see people are gathering there. As I approach, a few young lads come and inform me I can’t pass there because of, uh, religious reasons. Being the helpful chaps they are, they invite me to take a detour via smaller passages. They’ll show the way. As they head into the empty alley and gesture me to follow, I stop and take a long look at them as my common sense goes into bright red alert. I like to think people mean well by default, but this setup was telegraphing their intent without any doubt. Nope; today is not the day I’m getting mugged. I do a 180 and head back the way I came. The younger of the two starts tailing me, trying to offer guiding services in hopes of getting at least something out of the situation. I tell him the previous guy already got his share so he might as well bugger off. He keeps tailing me at a distance while I head towards Jemaa-el-Fnaa, but disappears a few blocks later; his eyes probably set on his next prey. #travel #morocco #medina #storytelling #travelstory #marrakech #travelsafety
Conned 13 Jan 2015 Some transactions later I step Conned 13 Jan 2015 Some transactions later I step out of the leather shop, some fine goods in my bag but all out of cash. Remember when Abdul, the guide, told me he won’t be asking for anything? This is the moment he steps forth and says he’d like a small fee for his services. I’m not even mad; this is how things work around here. I do tell him he’s out of luck though, because that shop behind me just happily accepted all my cash. An alternative solution is needed. So there, deep in the old medina of Marrakech, we figure it out: Abdul suggests he’ll hop on that scooter nearby and we’ll take a ride to one of the ATMs closer to Jemaa-el-Fnaa. Would save me a bit of walking, too. Why the hell not, let’s go. With Abdul wrestling with the rickety two-wheeler, trying not to hit anything, I sit on the back and try not to hit anything as well; those alleys are narrow and things were moving fast as Abdul had no problem turning the throttle. We zig and we zag our way, avoiding pedestrians and carts alike, back towards Jemaa-el-Fnaa. At times, it feels like we’re gliding through impossibly small gaps, ducking under low-hanging wires or archways as the scooter squeezes past groups of people. Despite the seeming chaos, there’s a rhythm to the movement. The locals, both on foot and on scooters, have an intuitive understanding of the flow of traffic in these confined spaces. It’s a dance of mutual awareness, with quick, precise moves. The ride is thrilling, blending excitement with a hint of nervousness, but it’s also a window into the vibrancy and energy of Marrakech’s ancient heart. By the time we reach an ATM, I still feel the rush of adrenaline, but it’s now coupled with a newfound appreciation for the city’s dynamic, fast-paced life. I thank Abdul for his brief but intense services and give him an appropriate tip from my newly replenished cash reserves. We part ways, my feet back on firm cobblestones, and head towards the center of the medina. By the way, I don’t know who’s scooter it was – but I’m sure it wasn’t his. #marrakech #morocco #medina #travel #marrakechmedina #moroccotravel #visitmorocco
The leather tannery 13 Jan 2015 Taking in my surr The leather tannery 13 Jan 2015 Taking in my surroundings, Ben Saleh retains a raw, authentic atmosphere as compared to the more polished, tourist-friendly parts of the medina. The pace of life here is slower, more deliberate, and feels as though it has changed little over the years. A man approaches me, presents himself as Abdul; one of the medina guides. Maybe I was looking lost. I definitely didn’t look like a local. I sense I’ve been made a mark for a con yet to be realized, but Abdul tells me he gets salary from the Moroccan Tourist Office so he’s not asking for anything. Fine, I’ll bite. Let’s do some sightseeing then. Leather is a major export of Morocco, and I was keen to see a leather tannery. Abdul takes me there, guides me to the gate and tells me he’ll wait outside. Visiting a leather tannery in Marrakech is a sensory-rich experience, steeped in tradition and a bit of intensity. The tannery guide provides me with a fistful of mint sprigs, meant for holding under ones nose to ward off unwelcome smells. I accept them, but won’t do the masking yet – I want to see what this is about first. The strong, pungent smell – a mix of animal hides, lime, and natural dyes – hits me as we pass through the gate. It is quite something, but still manageable so I decide to leave out the mint. Once inside, I’m greeted with a vivid scene: large stone vats filled with colourful liquids ranging from bright reds, yellows, and oranges to more earthy tones. Workers, dressed in simple clothes, stand waist-deep in these vats, treating the hides by soaking them in mixtures of pigeon droppings, lime, and other natural ingredients. The process seems labour-intensive and gritty, but there is something fascinating about seeing such an ancient craft in action. After the tour, I head into the nearby shop and see what the final goods look like. They offer me a cup of tea, which I accept, knowing full well doing so is considered a signed agreement that business is about to happen. #morocco #tannery #leather #medina #travelphotography #marrakech #traditionalcraft
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