South Where The Heart Is; The Desert

Another season is slowly ending. It has been a long and wonderful summer, very hot too! A summer with time to reflect about the present and to evaluate our plans for the future. More than that there was time to connect with the past, to embrace old friends and take long walks down memory lane. Time to spend with the people that have known me for many years and with whom I share memories that reunite me with my younger self.   

A summer with time to travel to one of my favourite places in Morocco, the desert. A place far beyond Marrakech and across the High Atlas Mountains. A journey on the road along the many lush palm groves of the Draa Valley and stunning old Berber villages. A place where it all started, where I fell incurably in love with Morocco and where my life slowly began to change.

This summer I seized the opportunity to travel to this special place with Zohra. To share with her the magnificent sand dunes, to ride a camel into the desert and listen to the silence. To sleep in a Kasbah and to experience the heartfelt hospitality of the beautiful South. 

The Beautiful South, Skoura And A Thousand Kasbah's

Far beyond Marrakech and across the High Atlas Mountains lies a world of a thousand kasbah’s, green palm oases and yellow desert sand. Once upon a time, oh so many years ago, the younger version of me fell in love with the beautiful south.

I hadn’t been to the south for a while and until last week I had forgotten what I know. A short visit to Skoura reminded me of the magic of the valley of a thousand kasbah’s, the picturesque scenery of the landscape and the sweetness of the friendly locals. It reminded me that I am still so in love with the beautiful south.

The fortified city (ksar) Aït Benhaddou



The kasbah in Tamdaght

 

The beautiful kasbah Amahidil

Zohra playing with a cat inside kasbah Amahidil