Beyond the Atlas

After a good sleep in preparation and a hearty breakfast, I had a last look around the local market. I found the same viewpoint of the mosque from a photo I’d seen in the museum, the differences being cars instead of donkeys and a sprouting telecom mast. I had very fond farewells with all of the staff at the Riad. It was my home by the end of my stay and they feel like family. It was an amazingly easy journey back, even with a Madrid connection, I had the travel god on my side and was home to boys and an ecstatic dog.

I really want to get back to Morocco and what lies beyond those mountains. I’m seeing red…