we have breakfast with three Italians from Udine, rome and turin. have a month's time and take it easy with travel. well be several canes ... merzouga come away from going to the north is already beginning to return to know, but I do not mind, the journey is still long. omar we ask of us in a village just beyond Merzouga, the birthplace of the gnawa music. we stop to see and hear the little show of ceremony for the tourists, we buy two CDs and allocated. tip to Omar is more than deserved.
take a shortcut that cuts er-Rachid, the road is lonely and still desert landscape. pass an area dotted with wells that look like small volcanoes above with a small winch. hundreds of people, make the desert effect. happens slowly, there are Berber tents and stalls. the effect is a bit 'of roadside restaurants in the desert.
Todhra crossing pass from the throat of an oasis in the valley, and arriving at a narrow gorge where the road but also passes. with the buses of tourists take away much of the poetry of the place, which otherwise would be fascinating. is striking back in areas frequented by tourists as well, after the silent spaces of the desert. walk a couple of hours on the road in the valley, we meet again the children of Rome known to Merzouga and also the new neighbors of greta. Morocco is great, but the world is small.
the climb in the valley of Dades and surreal, the road is curvy and in total darkness have no idea what kind of places we are passing, it may be extremely wide as a valley of the narrow gorges. finally found the hotel recommended by the owner to Merzouga, very welcoming but very cold. heating in the room is done with a cylinder of gas over a burner, we do not trust to leave it on at night, and we put it off on balkcone.
have dinner by the fireplace with two English boys and an unlikely pair, his Austrian and her Portuguese full-time would-be travelers. again speak a mixture of French, English and English, leaving another pleasant evening with even the two owners of the hotel.
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