We get there via cracked and broken roads. The town is one of those tourist villages and there are backpackers and people that have come here in the crazy mercedes taxis.
We get ripped off for a tagine, but have to admit it was beyond delicious, so don´t really mind.
The driving is so bad here that the peaceful little village is turned into a cacophany of horns and cars all jostling for an inch of space. We watch mildly amused from a cafe overlooking the little road. Well, that is until someone touches my parked bike and then it is all shouting and hand waving as is the Moroccan custom.
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