There was this time I was staying on a farm range near a small town called Tagounite, south Morocco.
I stayed with a local family and other young traveller. The farm range is about 30 minutes of walk from town.
Of course there was nothing, we didn’t have much water, only probably 10 Liter a day, delivered by the trunk driver from town. The electricity was limited, so we got used to getting up when it’s light and go to bed (tent) when it’s dark.
Sometimes you open the muddy door and get amazed by the weather, just like when this photo was shot. But there are other times, the nature shows its cruelest side. And there is nothing you can do.
We have traveled thousand miles for this: Nothing.
And that was the only thing we’ve got: Nothing, but Sahara. The nature teaches one things by showing us the endless dunes, harsh sunlight, struggling cactuses, and the absolute stillness.
However strange it might sound, we chose to come to that farm and chose to stay, until one becomes used to the way of isolating and it’s hard to leave again.
Although they say Fès was the kingdom of Morocco and is now the kingdom of leather industry. Marrakesh, however, is nowadays the bustling kingdom. I was constantly reminded of the name of one German film when I tried to fight my way through local markets and streets: Exit Marrakesh. And I did.
But before that, I can hardly argue that Marrakesh isn’t one ‘must-stop’ when you visit the country. After all, it has the biggest djemaa el fna and countless royal gardens, or sometimes, when you are lucky, around the corner under the midday sun, lies some authentic stillness.
The first time I was in Morocco was exact two years ago. Now when I look through the pictures I took in that land, the most satisfying ones are those with loving smiles and laughing eyes.
This picture was taken inside of a taxi, on my way to visit Marjorlle Gardens, Marrakesh. After few attempts of breaking through helpless traffic jam and winning competition with two young women running on scooter, he gave up and we stuck on the road.
Then came the young women and we rolled down the window and started to talk.