After hugs and best wishes from the staff at Auberge de Sud we were driven to the nearby town of Erfoud to catch our bus to Ouarzazate. On the way there, we stopped by and said hello to a family of Berber travelers and this grave site below. Then we grabbed some fresh dates at the market, anxiously handed our bags up to the man on the roof of the bus (no, no room below but don’t worry he says), and grabbed two seats across from the door at the back.
fresh squeezed orange juice, everywhere.
We seemed to make all the local stops and we started to notice that one of the guys got off every time but never took a seat; he would just rest by the back door until the bus slowed. Then he would hop off and disappear, we would start to leave then, just as we hit the edge of the town the boy would come running along side the bus and hop in the open side door with ease. At first I was nervous for him, after witnessing my obvious amazement he seemed to cut it closer and closer to further impress. I stopped being nervous for him and more curious about where he was running off to. As far as I could tell he was running into all the local cafes and telling everyone the bus had arrived, which is pretty amazing service.
An example of a typical Moroccan toilet, could be better could be worse.