We passed the studios and went into .the town of Ait Ben Haddou, the best preserved fortified kasbah in Morocco. It dates from about the 15th century
We took a tour with a local guide. It was really hot. Beautiful views. Carol and I plan a Morrocan film fest when we get back. Graham was feeling really sick through the whole tour because of his stomach and the heat.
Up to this point I have usually been wearing my money belt under my clothes. Today I was wearing a dress so I put the money belt in my purse. I tried on a galabaya that was a bit more fitted in one of the shops. Cheryl said it was the best one I had tried so far. Carol said that it would be good once I got rid of the bulge on my stomach, and she pointed to where my money belt would have been…if I had been wearing it. Yep, time to start working out again when I get back. By the way, I did not buy the galabaya.
Driving on, We entered the High Atlas Mountains where we went through the Tizi and Tichka pass. The roads are really windey with lots of switch backs.
We stopped near the summit at Tichka and toured a women’s coop where they make Argon oil. We then went for a Moroccan lunch.
It is soooo hot here. 43+…I’m melting….
We said goodbye to our driver, Abdul in Marrakesh. An older man with no teeth but incredibly friendly, brought all our bags to our riad.
We are now at our riad ( Riad 49) in Marrakesh. It is lovely and the hoteliers are so willing to help in every way. Our rooms our gorgeous.
We went for supper at a cute cafe type restaurant. The owner was so friendly. He stayed and talked to us for a long time. He also gave Brian some cumin for his upset stomach.
We find generally that Morroccan people are very friendly and willing to help. Also they are very considerate and polite. Lovely people.
We got a little lost going through all the alleyways but eventually made our way back to the riad.
Brian and Graham snuck out to go to some place for drinks.
A little while ago, I heard knocking on the outside door of our riad. I called down Grahams name from our bathroom window. The voice of one of the British guests called up and asked if I would let them in. I put on my skirt and ran down. They were standing there with the luggage guy with no teeth ( I guess he had to show them the way back from wherever they went).
I think Brian and Graham are now locked out of our riad. Cheryl and I figure that we will let them knock a bit before we let them in.