Atlas Mountains

We left Fez at what I felt was a more than reasonable hour. But apparently it was earlier than makes everyone happy. Over all the group is pretty reasonable, cheerful, and willing to help keep an eye out for a couple of the member who are easily distracted  

In the US, Canada, Australia driving a distance of 300 miles, even in a bus just isn’t all that big a deal.  Here, once we transitioned from city to the rural areas, the roads, while paved, are narrow, just slightly more than one and a half lanes wide.  The transition also went from city to the spread out small simple brown clay appearing buildings that I remember from southern Iraq.  Or for that matter, many of the rural Arab areas I have seen over the last 25 years.

Our first stop was a nature preserve to see the Barbary Apes.  Remembering them from Gibraltar, no way was I getting close or feeding them.  In spite of signs and warnings, there were young enterprising men selling bags of food for the Apes.  

Another stop a couple of hours later for snacks and toilets.  A lunch stop which featured fish, then we finally pulled into our hotel for the night late in the afternoon.  

The landscape transitioned from the Atlantic coast fed greenery through high mountains with snow to high, arid and rocky desert .  We gathered for dinner a a reasonable hour, then headed off to get some needed sleep (? Isn’t that what you do on bus rides?]

Tomorrow we head into the Sahara for a couple of nights.  There may be marginal international phone connectivity, but no WiFi   Gee, just like it used to be.  Expect a post again in a couple of days   

 

 

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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