MOROCCO BOUND A Solo Motorcycle Journey
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(Welcome to
Zagora, the end of the line)
The camping place was in the bottom of a ravine along the Oued Draa (Draa River), at least 50 feet below the rest of the town up on the ridge. Because of the practically non-existent humidity, just sitting in the shade felt cool even though it had to be very near 100F. I spent the next four hours relaxing, writing in this journal, and sharing dried fruit with Rashida and Hamid. ( a Muslim lady from the UK who was touring Morocco by bus with her 12 year old son). We talked all afternoon about Christianity and Islam. Talked of traveling and the many tricks that Moroccans pull on unsuspecting tourists. Spoke of life and Islam in particular. It was a very interesting afternoon. At sunset she and Hamid walked back into town to help me get my picture in front of “the sign”.
(Below
is the famous, “52 days to Timbuktu” sign.
Zagora was the traditional start point of the overland caravans going
across the southern Sahara to that famous crossroads and trading mecca,
Timbuktu, Mali.)
The cost was 10 dirham per tent, 10 dirham per person, and 5 dirham for the motorcycle. Since I chose to not pitch a tent, my cost was $1.50 to camp. It was adequate and sure beat sleeping out in the desert somewhere. There was a cold shower that came out of an open pipe in a cinderblock shed. There was a squat toilet in the next shed (unisex), complete with flush bucket. And there were loads of stray cats. I fixed my dinner on my Peak stove and dined al fresco.
Decided to sleep under the stars and laid my bedroll out on the ground. Considering where I was, I thought I could risk the chance that it wouldn’t rain that night. What an amazing night it was too. Lying there I put my hands behind my head and just stared at the stars that went on forever. I saw more things in the Heavens than I ever knew existed in my life.
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