We've not had much chance to use the Motorbike so far this trip but this day, Saturday 22nd March, reminded us of what delights it can lead us to. Two sides to the day. One, a bike ride and two, goodbye to Huguette.
The bike ride. Not a long journey this one but a trip to remember. Why? Because of where it took us and who we met. Behind the old road to Imsouane are unknown pastures and a road I've driven past in previous years just had to be taken. I had an idea where it might lead from walking in the hills but the road led us up and into a time gone by. A piste is what it's called, a rough track, enough for a car if you had to but a motorbike was fine. It lead to an isolated village only a mile or so inland. A young man waved at us as we entered the village, a friendly gesture encourages contact, so after we'd had a look around this peaceful haven, we shook hands as we passed the same chap, who immediately offered us tea. What could we say? yes please.
Hassan was instantly charming and keen to show us his new house that he was constructing. Mohammed, his son of perhaps three, joined us quickly on the terrace as kids do. People turn up, it's his mum and sister, Aisha and Fatima. They come and shake our hands then kiss their hand! Male relatives kiss the women on the top of their heads, very respectfully. Cous cous anybody? Ted, Krysia, join us please! There is no way out, so we go in to their most humble but beautiful living room and meet Zara, Hassan's wife, who looks a little perplexed at the two extra guests but scurries about the kitchen area and produces a feast for the now table of? Let me see, there's Aisha, Fatima and her very quiet husband with their young daughter Sellema. Hassan, Zara and two children, Mohammed and baby Aiyun. plus krysia and I, that makes 10 all told! Small room, small table, very intimate and totally delightful. Hassan speaks a little french, all the others communicate in Berber and gesture. They are loving having us with them and our few words of Berber give them great amusement. Eesh, Eesh they encourage, eat, eat! Aroum is bread and Tenmirht is thank you. That's our lot. communication is now in fluent Berber, smiles and laughter. We are honoured, they are chuffed. Two large bowls of food are shared, fruit and biscuits for desert and tea to wash it down.
Then comes the photo shoot! Krysia's idea and they happily oblige. What a treat for us and them
So well fed and pleased with ourselves we set off down the piste and back to the campsite as we do not wish to miss Huguette, who is leaving today. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
So big hugs and kisses from us Huguette, it's been lovely to share this past week with you. Jean-loup runs her to Agadir and the airport. He will come back and see out the winter here. Surf and sun suit him better than the cold and wet of Toulouse, yes, southern France is cold and wet as we find out from Huguette when she rings up to say she is home safely. Hard to believe as it's so warm here!!!!
So may we cross paths again Huguette, Insha'Allah
Lots of love
Ted n Krysia
The bike ride. Not a long journey this one but a trip to remember. Why? Because of where it took us and who we met. Behind the old road to Imsouane are unknown pastures and a road I've driven past in previous years just had to be taken. I had an idea where it might lead from walking in the hills but the road led us up and into a time gone by. A piste is what it's called, a rough track, enough for a car if you had to but a motorbike was fine. It lead to an isolated village only a mile or so inland. A young man waved at us as we entered the village, a friendly gesture encourages contact, so after we'd had a look around this peaceful haven, we shook hands as we passed the same chap, who immediately offered us tea. What could we say? yes please.
Hassan was instantly charming and keen to show us his new house that he was constructing. Mohammed, his son of perhaps three, joined us quickly on the terrace as kids do. People turn up, it's his mum and sister, Aisha and Fatima. They come and shake our hands then kiss their hand! Male relatives kiss the women on the top of their heads, very respectfully. Cous cous anybody? Ted, Krysia, join us please! There is no way out, so we go in to their most humble but beautiful living room and meet Zara, Hassan's wife, who looks a little perplexed at the two extra guests but scurries about the kitchen area and produces a feast for the now table of? Let me see, there's Aisha, Fatima and her very quiet husband with their young daughter Sellema. Hassan, Zara and two children, Mohammed and baby Aiyun. plus krysia and I, that makes 10 all told! Small room, small table, very intimate and totally delightful. Hassan speaks a little french, all the others communicate in Berber and gesture. They are loving having us with them and our few words of Berber give them great amusement. Eesh, Eesh they encourage, eat, eat! Aroum is bread and Tenmirht is thank you. That's our lot. communication is now in fluent Berber, smiles and laughter. We are honoured, they are chuffed. Two large bowls of food are shared, fruit and biscuits for desert and tea to wash it down.
Then comes the photo shoot! Krysia's idea and they happily oblige. What a treat for us and them
So well fed and pleased with ourselves we set off down the piste and back to the campsite as we do not wish to miss Huguette, who is leaving today. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves.
So may we cross paths again Huguette, Insha'Allah
Lots of love
Ted n Krysia
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