We're back from Morocco
There's some solidarity...
Back from Morocco
Next stop: Amtoudi.
We head straight for the shade of an argan tree. It's charming. The rooms are pleasant.
As soon as the sun becomes less aggressive, around a quarter to five, we start climbing up to the granary. The *amine* joins us. It takes about an hour of scrambling up a goat path. And at times, it's a steep climb.
When we reach the top, we're rewarded. The view is stunning. We overlook the entire valley.
The *amine* opens the doors for us.
And we discover the different granaries, the beehives, the cisterns, and the view over the whole area.
Then we head back down the same path. You have to be careful, but it's less exhausting. Back at the hostel for a well-deserved rest as the muezzin recites the call to prayer. Dinner is a lamb tagine—really good. Dessert was a bit light: two dates each and some grapes.
The next day, the muezzin wakes almost everyone up very early. Breakfast was pretty mediocre. Reheated or toasted bread. Olive oil jam. We grab a few supplies for the picnic and set off for the fortified granary of Aguellouy and the *gueltas*.
We run into the *amine* on the way. Not by chance... But he's happy, and so are we—that's what matters. And we start climbing.
We're amazed by the beauty of this granary. The restoration is really well done. The water collection system is ingenious. It's magnificent.
After the visit, we say goodbye to the *amine* and head toward the *gueltas*. We'd promised our grandson we'd go for a swim. But... we hadn't counted on the storm rains that fell a few days before our arrival. The water was muddy. So, no swimming. But we had a picnic in a pretty setting. Back to the hostel through the palm grove gardens. Really pleasant. And a well-deserved sit-down in the shade of the argan tree.
As soon as the sun becomes less aggressive, around a quarter to five, we start climbing up to the granary. The *amine* joins us. It takes about an hour of scrambling up a goat path. And at times, it's a steep climb.
When we reach the top, we're rewarded. The view is stunning. We overlook the entire valley.
The *amine* opens the doors for us.
And we discover the different granaries, the beehives, the cisterns, and the view over the whole area.
Then we head back down the same path. You have to be careful, but it's less exhausting. Back at the hostel for a well-deserved rest as the muezzin recites the call to prayer. Dinner is a lamb tagine—really good. Dessert was a bit light: two dates each and some grapes.
The next day, the muezzin wakes almost everyone up very early. Breakfast was pretty mediocre. Reheated or toasted bread. Olive oil jam. We grab a few supplies for the picnic and set off for the fortified granary of Aguellouy and the *gueltas*.
We run into the *amine* on the way. Not by chance... But he's happy, and so are we—that's what matters. And we start climbing.
We're amazed by the beauty of this granary. The restoration is really well done. The water collection system is ingenious. It's magnificent.
After the visit, we say goodbye to the *amine* and head toward the *gueltas*. We'd promised our grandson we'd go for a swim. But... we hadn't counted on the storm rains that fell a few days before our arrival. The water was muddy. So, no swimming. But we had a picnic in a pretty setting. Back to the hostel through the palm grove gardens. Really pleasant. And a well-deserved sit-down in the shade of the argan tree.
