The Journey to Imlil Valley…
Driving to Imlil Valley…
A few dozen miles, into a different world…
Passing under the endless skies surrounding Marrakech,
Through immense orchards of silvery olive trees
Dancing in the breeze.
Into the warm and golden foothills with their amazing
Hues of amber
each mountain
each mountain
With its own Berber village of matching colour blending
into the hillside.
Finally, into the heart of the starkly beautiful
High Atlas Mountains with their deep,
Clear skies.
Arriving at the Kasbah… first impressions…
being met at the Kasbah office in Imlil village with warm welcomes…
Walking through the little bustling Imlil village with a local muleteer,
his mule carrying my luggage…
Next walking up the zigzagging trail under the village walnut groves and
catching that first breath-taking view of the Kasbah hanging above.
Being welcomed with warm, rose water to cleanse my hands and mint tea.
A place like no other…
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