A little after 7am the first rays of sunshine appeared over the mountains slowly bringing light into the darkened valley. As if a blind was being drawn the details of the rock formations came to life, it was going to be a beautiful day. One of the locals had asked if I wanted to take a guided walk up into the mountain's to see the Amtoudi Kasbah, I declined the invitation and instead decided to go for a walk by myself. After walking up to the Kasbah I took a circular walk around the nearby villages and through the oasis filled with palm trees. The Draa Valley is famous for it's palms and it is said that the valley has in excess of 2 million, although over the past few years disease has killed many. Feeling hot while walking in the sunshine it felt quite cold in the shade. I took many photos. I passed only two tiny shops selling the basics, locals must go into the larger towns for their main shopping supplies. There were many small children playing in the dusty streets, they all asked for Bon bon's, sweets, but didn't pester me when I told them I had none and carried on playing. I passed several women who were carrying large bundles on their backs, others were washing clothes in the nearby water channels or feeding their donkeys while the men sat in the shade of the palm trees either alone or talking with others. The pace of life is slow and relaxed, the people seem happy with their lot, although they have very little. A French group, also at the campsite, had also been walking but had taken a different and longer route than mine, they returned mid afternoon. One of Frenchmen had a slow puncture on his motorhome which he needed to change. He worked hard in the hot sunshine but struggled to jack the motorhome up high enough to remove the wheel, probably because he was carrying to much, and was over weight. He tried several times, watching him I realised I had an hydraulic jack which would be much easier and offered to help. We managed to get the wheel changed and as a thank you he gave me a bottle of beer, a nice gesture.
The temperature mid afternoon was around 30C, I sat out taking some sun and reading but by 4 pm the sun started to dip behind the mountains and the temperature dropped quickly. It had been an enjoyable day, but tomorrow I will start heading north again as unfortunately. I must return to Europe to have further tests and arrange for an operation or treatment for the prostate cancer that I was diagnosed with last week. My time in Morocco is limited, but treatment for the cancer is the most important thing at the moment.
It seems I've been travelling all my life. For the past eight years I've been following a simple, nomadic lifestyle full time touring in a camper van and meeting with other like minded travellers.
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