Not to be confused with the city of Agadir that was destroyed by an earthquake and later rebuilt into a tourist destination, but rather, the traditional buildings that gave the city its name. Throughout southern Morocco are the remnants of what was once a thriving Amazigh (Berber) culture that extended over most of North Africa. Before the arrival…
Reason 735 Why I Love Morocco: Nearly every shop, and many households, have water jugs outside for any passersby who may need a drink.
(Compare this to the privatization of water supplies in much of the West.)
Reason 612 Why I Love (Rural) Morocco: To quote more than a few shop owners, who more often than not just hang a sheet or lean a broom across the front of their shop when they go home for lunch, “There are no thieves here.”
Reason 604 Why I Love Morocco: A man can look definitively masculine despite wearing what the West might see as a dress.
Reason 584 Why I Love Morocco: The hot season and the watermelon season are in near perfect alignment.
Reason 531 Why I Love Morocco: Midnight rides through the desert on a darkened bus enables an incredible view of the stars and moon without clouds or light pollution.
Reason 397 Why I Love (Southern) Morocco: Clothes hung out around midday are dry within minutes. Even jeans and towels are dry in half an hour.
Way out in the desert (seriously, it was a long, long walk), There are three desert sculptures, or art/home installations, built by German Artist, Hannsjörg Voth. From the town of Jorf, or sometimes El Jorf, it’s about a seven mile hike to the nearest piece. Then, it’s several miles between each of them. We thought we…
Perhaps it’s a stereotype, but, truth be told, Morocco is a fairly arid country. Much of its southern area borders on or is part of the vast Saharan Desert. In fact, once one crosses the Atlas Mountains, it predominately desert with a numerous oases scattered about. Initially, the dryness and the heat were challenging, but…
One of the definite advantages of living and working in southern Morocco is that any trip north toward greater civilization, be it for leisure or work, generates an opportunity to be creative with the route by which one arrives there. On this particular occasion, being needed in Rabat, I took the opportunity to swing around to the right…