We stopped at another Berber village, this one with a focus on rug artistry, walked through a communal garden to get there. I was being offered little things made out of palm leaves by little kids, who were quite the hustlers. If you gave one kid money, then they would all come around you, so instead I surprised them with suckers. They grabbed on and ran away giggling 🙂 One tried to come back and pretend he didn’t get one the first time, but I couldn’t have forgotten that cute little face!
The departure to the desert was early, 7am. I had two small backpacks which I loaded onto a 20-passenger van. We were the last to join so I picked one of the three spots still open, a solo seat in the middle of the bus. The seat was small and cramped and didn’t recline (actually it did, but I didn’t realize that until day two). Off we go!
The initial journey wasn’t too bad, but when we started to hit the mountains it was time for me to take my non-drowsy dramamine and put on my motion sickness wrist bands. We made our pit stop at this small cafe on the top of a mountain. I got out of the van and immediately put on as many layers as I could find in my bag. It was nice to get out and stretch. I bought some Doritos since we hadn’t had breakfast (practical). The car ride continued to get worse for me. I closed my eyes, tried to think happy thoughts and somehow managed not to hurl. Occasionally, I did open my eyes because I wanted to see the sights. First it was forests which were very lush, then it became more rocky with plants growing on it. We would pass by cities amongst the nature and the houses, made of the earth, would blend in. It was exactly what I had expected the outside desert to look like and I was very pleased.