The Dades Valley is soft red stone and the valley slopes are ragged and craggy with eroded stone and red dust. The houses are all the brown sand shades of pink and red with white detailing around the windows.
We passed by every man woman child and donkey along the way at a scary speed on the bumpy roads and around the many curves and bends. I notice that a lot more people seem to ride bicycles in Morocco and this place is no exception.
I am only disappointed that we arrived at the start of the valley at sunset and we proceeded at such speed that I didn't snap many pictures. I hope we travel a part of the valley to leave again tomorrow and Ill be able to preserve the experience then.
Our hotel is at the bottom of the valley and as is typical with houses at the bottom of a valley... it was frigid inside. My Berber carpet style decorated 3 person room (for just me) was equally chilled... but as I was contemplating three hot hot showers before bed... The tour leader knocked with the remote control for the aircon/heater. Oh I am fond of a thoughtful man.
Now we're preparing for dinner and then we're getting henna tattoos after. And with that I will tick off another Morocco trip outcome. Check!
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