I awoke to a sky that was still dark but slightly paler with anticipation for the rising sun. A few dwindling stars remained like distant memories. We rode camels back to Merzouga as the sun rose behind us, casting shadows across the dunes.
After farewells at Rissani, Seon, Anju and I boarded the bus for a nine-hour journey to Fez. The bus smelt of stale spices. The other passengers were Moroccans - women in colourful, long dresses with scarves around their heads, greeted one another with kisses on the hand; men clambered on board and kissed one another on the cheeks; young girls stared at us, their eyes full of innocence and curiosity. A woman arrived on the bus with a small baby on her back, a single sheet of cloth secured him in place. Everyone spoke in Arabic.
As the bus set off, I chatted to the man sitting next to me in broken French. We talked about Morocco and I showed him some of my photos. After he left, I befriended the girl sitting behind me called Miriam, and she proved to play an important role later on in our journey. But at that moment, we were content with our simple conversation and watching the everchanging landscape of Morocco pass by.
Photos. Enjoy.
After farewells at Rissani, Seon, Anju and I boarded the bus for a nine-hour journey to Fez. The bus smelt of stale spices. The other passengers were Moroccans - women in colourful, long dresses with scarves around their heads, greeted one another with kisses on the hand; men clambered on board and kissed one another on the cheeks; young girls stared at us, their eyes full of innocence and curiosity. A woman arrived on the bus with a small baby on her back, a single sheet of cloth secured him in place. Everyone spoke in Arabic.
As the bus set off, I chatted to the man sitting next to me in broken French. We talked about Morocco and I showed him some of my photos. After he left, I befriended the girl sitting behind me called Miriam, and she proved to play an important role later on in our journey. But at that moment, we were content with our simple conversation and watching the everchanging landscape of Morocco pass by.
Photos. Enjoy.
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