Ourika Valley, Okaimeden, Essouaria
Mar. 9th, 2006 04:03 pmOurika Valley and Okaimeden
At the ski resort of Okaimeden in Morocco, I attempted to walk through the snow, my legs deeply plunging into the vast whiteness, quickly disappearing as I looked up at the beautiful High Atlas mountains. This snow in Africa, of all places, was the deepest snow I had ever been amongst, even though the sun was shining. I picnicked on rocks, before having a quick snowball fight, making a snowman and lying in the snow to attempt the creation of a snowangel.
In the Ourika Valley, near to Fatti Setma, a series of seven waterfalls, was to be found. After scrambling from rock to rock and eventually climbing up a small but sheer rock face, I could see at least a few of them and then walking on further, the village of Fatti Setma and some trees with a dramatic background.
Essouaria
On the way to Essouaria, I stared deeply into the branches of every tree I passed, searching for goats grazing on them, but I failed to see any.
Essouaria felt fresher than Marrakech, due to the sea breeze, as well as seeming in general more chilled out. The ramparts that once protected the city give it the look of a fairytale castle by the sea.
Due to lack of a time machine, I was unable to visit Essouaria when it was still known as Mogador, but maybe one day I'll go to Surrey: Mogador.
At the ski resort of Okaimeden in Morocco, I attempted to walk through the snow, my legs deeply plunging into the vast whiteness, quickly disappearing as I looked up at the beautiful High Atlas mountains. This snow in Africa, of all places, was the deepest snow I had ever been amongst, even though the sun was shining. I picnicked on rocks, before having a quick snowball fight, making a snowman and lying in the snow to attempt the creation of a snowangel.
In the Ourika Valley, near to Fatti Setma, a series of seven waterfalls, was to be found. After scrambling from rock to rock and eventually climbing up a small but sheer rock face, I could see at least a few of them and then walking on further, the village of Fatti Setma and some trees with a dramatic background.
Essouaria
On the way to Essouaria, I stared deeply into the branches of every tree I passed, searching for goats grazing on them, but I failed to see any.
Essouaria felt fresher than Marrakech, due to the sea breeze, as well as seeming in general more chilled out. The ramparts that once protected the city give it the look of a fairytale castle by the sea.
Due to lack of a time machine, I was unable to visit Essouaria when it was still known as Mogador, but maybe one day I'll go to Surrey: Mogador.

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Date: 2006-03-09 04:33 pm (UTC)I had to change out of them, because they made me feel sleepy.
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Date: 2006-03-09 04:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-09 04:36 pm (UTC)Nice snowman!
i got your postcard
Date: 2006-03-14 12:34 am (UTC)