Blanca & Ian's Travels Morocco
Trip Report - 2013 |
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The Anti-Atlas & Down the Draa Valley |
Day by Day
You might have noticed in the pictures on the previous page that we had left the clouds behind in the Marrakech plain. The temps yesterday had risen to the high 20Cs. Just about right! Due to our itinerary change we had an earlier morning than expected & Said arrived about 9:30am. We headed back to Ouarzazate & made a stop at a Berber museum on the way through. Well, actually not a museum but a two storey store of Berber goods for sale complete with a carpet shop upstairs. “Have some mint tea” We weren’t buying despite the high quality of the goods offered but it was a appreciated bathroom break as we aimed south. South meant more mountains as we had to cross the Anti-Atlas range but the first view we had was not pretty: Ouarzazate’s massive landfill. This meant acres & acres of plastic bags – particularly the blue ones - that seem to be ubiquitous in the fields outside Marrakech & around Morocco in general. When you see this, plastic bag bans start to make sense.
The mountains were stunning. Massive tabletop mounts with huge canyons
carved by ancient rivers. We tried to capture the grandeur at several
photo stops along the way but it is always impossible. The last stop
gave us a great view of the start of the Draa valley at Agdz where is
widens into a lush plain. |
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Goats on the road | Anti-Atlas grand canyon | Anti-Atlas gorge | |||
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The Draa Valley below | Agdz from the dashboard | ||||
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Ksar of Tamnougalt | Doors - Tamnougalt | Tamnougalt Palmeraie | |||
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Palms follow the Draa River | Village life from the SUV | Palms with a lonely donkey | |||
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Ouled Otmane - palmeraie | Kasbah at Ouled Otmane | ||||
Village graveyard | Driving in the Draa | ||||
Accommodations Villa Zagora http://www.mavillaausahara.com/
Piste du Djebel, Zagora 45900, Morocco |
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Historically for us as travelers, a surprise hotel is usually a major bomb. My wife needs a nice bathroom or she gets cranky. And we have bad habits that we like to indulge in - particularly when we are on vacation. That is why I research a year out - to find the perfect spot for us. Roomy, with a private veranda or terrace, a nice bathroom etc. That said, I occasionally blow it & I must admit, that I too have cringed at some of the places we have stayed in over the years. The Hotel Pernik in Holguin, Cuba would top my awful list & my wife would point out the Caravaggio in Rome on our first trip there - the room with the three-legged bed. Yeah, we have had some disasters but eventually, they just add some color to our travel stories. The Villa Zagora looked like it was going on the list. A small walled property beside the hwy, it started with a wonderful garden & pool, a decent lounging area in the lobby & a seriously dismal small room on the 2nd of three floors, with a ‘modest’ bathroom with shower . . . down the hall. Oh yeah! Now I don’t want to sound like a typical stuck-up privileged North American here (albeit a modest one because we’re Canadians), but we hit our disaster zone. We told Said that it would do for one night because we were tired & didn’t need or want a scene & the hotel manager was really trying to be nice. “You have the whole floor to yourselves because everyone else is in the desert tonight” “Yes, you can smoke anywhere” “Yes, we will make you a good dinner. Whenever you want” OK, OK. I figured that we had enough booze in our stockpile to get through one night almost anywhere. And that is what we started to do. We poured stiff drinks & went down to the garden to escape the depression of the dingy room & to fire up the iPad for some surfing. And surprise, surprise, it wasn’t bad out there. Really, really pleasant actually & the staff started buzzing around – bringing us snacks & ice. I identified two different peppers trees in the foliage & wonderful roses at their peak. One of the staff – a jovial older man who spoke only French named Ahmed, I believe - was particularly attentive – although really they all were. We moved over to the veranda for dinner & I cracked the cork on one of my stash bottles of red. And they brought us soup & salads & chicken brochette – all made by a lady in the kitchen called Aicha. And it was all great. Earlier in the trip, my wife had identified a strong dislike for the chicken seasoning at several eateries we had been to over the last few days. We tried to describe it – turmeric – although it probably was a blend including cumin. I was translating via the net & Ahmed went to the kitchen & back & forth, eventually bringing a spice jar out of the kitchen for us to taste. Anyway, their effort was truly charming & it turned out to be a really nice night. And there were only 2 other couples around the hotel for dinner but the gardens allowed near-complete privacy for all. One of the couples was the people from LA from the night before – the ones with the surprise itinerary.
When all was said & done, we retired to our dismal room a lot happier
than when we arrived. |
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The Zagora sign - 52 days to Timbuktu | Villa Zagora - gardens | ||||
It was desert day! Our chance to touch the remote nothingness that is the Sahara. Many people obviously share the same desire which is why desert trips are so popular in Morocco & elsewhere. Sure it is a canned experience that tens of thousands have done before. And of course, there is relatively no danger. But it still fires your imagination in some basic way. And at the very least it was an opportunity to really get away from the accoutrements of modern daily life. We had asked Said: “What if the SUV breaks down?” His answer: “You fix it or you wait & hope that someone will find you before your water runs out & you die.” Good answer to nervous neophytes.
Said picked us up after breakfast around 9am. As we were leaving the
Villa Zagora, the staff all came out to thank us for visiting. And
Mohammed, the
manager, assured us that there were normal rooms with baths on the 3rd
level & he invited us to return when they are not fully booked. We left
with smiles for all. We drifted into Zagora central for a store but the
town was abuzz for May Day celebrations & there was no parking to be
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May 1 in Zagora Waiting for the festivities |
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Woman with crops | 14 yr old on the pottery wheel | ||||
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Dusty Tagounite |
Patriotic & Islamic mountain writings Allah, al Watan, al Malak (God, Country, King) translation by DavidDaoud (on TA) |
Tagounite - hard at work | |||
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Tagounite | |||||
A Note about the pictures . . . For High Res Versions of the photos on this page go to: Anti-Atlas & Draa Valley Pictures
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