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Day 06
Sahara Day 05 Erfoud 12 November 2010 Friday Submitted by Cathy Cowman cathy@thebudstop.com |
BEAUTIFUL!!! We had our language lessons the first thing in the morning. Musical ! Sabah el Khir , Sabah el Nur ( May your morning be washed with heavenly light), Sabah el Ward ( May your day be full of the scents and the colors of the flowers) Then we had the big guy, Rachid teaching us Berber K EYF HALIK - How are you? MERHABA - Hello, welcome still musical! SHUKRAN - thank you. |
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The Afternoon of discontent: Me with out coffee for at least four
hours...It was about this point in the day when we all became restless. All of a sudden the gas fumes became an issue and led us to windows up and down arguments. Rashid , the guide, became the main character in the musical chairs. Every one had a different idea where He should sit. We demoted him to the back of the bus. He was so upset he all of a sudden had a horrible head ache . When it was time for another rest stop, for reasons unknown to us, he passed the only bathroom in the mountains. The bath room hunt started in the streets of Er Rashidiye and continued until all the girls started screaming... In search of the bath room, the driver and the guide could not agree where to stop and their conversation reminded us of Laurel and Hardy - They talked a lot but did not get any where. |
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Our first stop was Ifran. It is
the beginning of our ascend to the Middle Atlas Mountains. The
beautiful town I have seen in Morocco. With fall colors, perfect
streets, lush gardens, broad sidewalks, manicured parks and
beautiful homes. I could move here. It was showing all her
fall colors. The best patisserie and good coffee so far.
Jim discovered how to deal with a Moroccan bank after the ATM
machine consumed his card and announcing it a stolen card. 
As we were stopping to catch
pictures of herds of sheep, the driver's traffic regulations
education was in jeopardy. Though we did give him a
little flexibility, he was able to pull to the side of the
road according to his manual before we all jumped out for a
shot of shepherds with their donkeys and sheep of all colors.
He made us promise that we would at least let the car come to a full
stop before jumping out. After the 10th herd, he got the routine
down so well, we had to deprogram him not to stop at the sight of a
sheep anymore.
Few of us had
an emergency stop. If you know what I mean.... As I ran towards the
WC, two young Berber girls looked at me and started
laughing. They tried to talk me going in to the restaurant to use
their bath room. I said no this was fine. they had a look of part
terror part hysterics. they showed me the way as they started to
laugh. I went in and found a hole in the ground and two foot rests -
It was a big squatter - a hole in the ground. But it did not bother
me a bit as I was used to Middle Eastern facilities. 
It was so important for Meli to
show us a Berber house hold that she jumped out of the van and took
us to the wrong house. These poor people were so welcoming even
though they had not have a clue who we were, all 10 of us. the
father of the hose did not know what to do with us. He quickly took
us to the back of the house to show us his animals.
