Driving through the Road of 1000 Kasbahs, Morocco
After freshening up and showering at Hotel Toureg in Merzouga (we of course made sure there was no shit in our room before showering...), we headed southeast towards Marrakesh through Erfoud to behind the High Atlas Mountains to Todra and Dades Gorge. We had a few middle of nowhere pitstops along the way. We actually met up Iddir's travel guide friend, Ali, with the cute Italians and explored some old wells in the middle of fucking somewhere. Iddir and Ali gave us a drumming show inside a nomadic tent. What an experience! Their faces and voices were filled with so much joy while they sang in Berber and drummed on traditional Moroccan drums. Most of our day was driving with the windows down enjoying the sensational scenery of the Gorges.
They call this area the Road of 1000 Kasbahs because the windy streets through the impressive brick red and mauve gorges are lined with hundreds, thousands of traditional kasbahs.
We stopped by the Todra Gorge which towered 600 feet above us walking through. It was quite grand, but unfortunately the maintenance was terrible... There was trash everywhere and creepy men making kissy noises at us haha. So we tried to take pictures as quickly as possible and run into the safety of our 4Runner. Apparantly the village close to this gorge is the prostitution quarter of Morocco... it only costs 25DH for one "go." Wow. No wonder these men kept trying to booty call on us the whole time.
We kept driving along the maze of roads along the cliffside with Danza Kuduro (by Don Omar) blasting on repeat, windows down, cool and crisp breeze flying through our hair, dancing our "poulet" (chicken) dance, and stopping at various valleys like the "Monkey Toes Valley" or what Iddir likes to call the "Penis Valley." We finally stopped at the top of the cliffs at a terrace restaurant overlooking all of the Dades Valley. The view was breathtaking! You can see all the labyrinth like roads leading down the valley. Unfortunately, you need to purchase something to enjoy the view, so Bonnie and I ordered some mint tea (had ants in it)... it was pricey up the butt, but I guess you get what you pay for. That overlooking spot was definitely worth it!
We drove back down through the valley to check into Hotel Chez Pierre. This place was the shit! It had many levels of terraces to get different views of the Dades Valley which was right in front, there was a very nice pool, our room was so luxurious with gold sinks and accents, a HUGE party balcony with a view of the valley, and most importantly... THEY HAD BEER! Woot! I was getting super thirsty and I was able to quench my thirst!
Bonnie and I decided to take advantage of the extravagant hotel and amenities that were included. We took a dip in the freezing pool, wore our robes around acting foncy, had tons of beer, smoked hookah, and had a very upscale, modernized Moroccan dinner. We spent the rest of the night hanging out with Iddir and all our new international friends, drinking beer and wine, and smoking hookah under the dancing geometric shadows from the dim lights of the Moroccan lanterns.