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15.01 Sunday Ouzoud falls and the locals

Dear Diary,

We woke up at parking in the middle of the small village El Borouj. More or less that was the only sleeping spot available and probably the safest. Most likely we would have found another one but as yesterday we arrived in the dark hours of the day, we decided to play it safe and just park in the town.


Not far from our parking spot, in a typical Moroccan bar, we enjoyed our morning coffee. Shortly after we drove off to our destination of the day, Ouzoud falls.

A quick smoke on the way made Vince’s imagination bloom so he had to stop every 5 minutes to take pictures. No exaggeration, it was literally every 5 minutes.

Due to those pauses along the road, it took us longer to get to the waterfall but we had many encounters with locals. Some pleasant, others less comfortable.

Both of the young guys who initiated contact with Vince were super friendly and genuine.


They shared their story and curiously listened to ours. One of them even took Vince on his scooter and proudly showed him a good spot for a picture of his slightly ruined village.


As we continued driving, we crossed many small villages. Almost all of the locals waved at us or greeted us in a way. I am a people smiler. I smile at everybody. Sadly, from what I have seen until now if you smile at kids, it is most likely that they will come to beg for money. Poverty is a problem in Morocco and sights like this are encountered daily.


We continued stopping in rural areas and small villages. In one of the villages, we were absolutely attacked by a group of kids. They posed for the camera and played around.