Under the Moroccan sky

First part.

We took our things and went to Kamal’s car. While we were sitting in the back, excited he said to us:

So we are going deep into the desert, and that’s going to cost you 30 euro each.’

There was something we didn’t know. Kamal had his own business, and he used CouchSurfing for finding new clients

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On the other side of the Atlas

After 12 hour bus ride through the Atlas mountains we finally got off in Tagounite. We looked around feeling unsecure. A total stranger wearing djellaba and turban approached us saying something in French, something we could not understand. He wasn’t a taxi driver but we went to his car anyway. He was trying to talk with us, but after some time realizing we couldn’t communicate he stopped. It was dark as hell, and we were going to the dessert. There were no buildings around. Sand. Sand everywhere. We didn’t know where we were going. We were scared and exited at the same time. Finally something appeared in a far distance. It looked like a castle made from the sand. It was kasbah. Real kasbah in the middle of the dessert.

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