This is probably the most emotional part of our trip. Atlas mountains are beautiful, but we were not quite prepared for the occasion. Thinking of our equipment stuck up in the attic (especially walking boots) we were hiking in trainers, and if you can imagine cheap version of Converse bough on the market for this surpose, you will get the idea. But we survived and had fun at times nearly rolling down.
Place was poor and there was no goods like running water or electricity outside the houses, so you can imagine just randomly dotted little lights across the hills of the mountain when the night came. Kids were running randomly, shouting to each other some better some worse dressed. I don't think it was due to the wealthiness of the parents, it was more of what was available to get. If I ever get a though that my house is too small or painting doesn't go with the rest of the colour theme in the room or that I don't have enough fashionable clothes or that my TV is too small (although 52inch is more than enough) I think the purity of this place. What little things make those people happy. They live long, no wonder, walking up and down in the freshest air you can get, friendly faces all around you, can't be what you need to feel happy in your life.
So the village. First picture can give you an idea.
Man in the blue cloak is our guide. Very respected person
in the village due to his occupation . He also did not eat
or drink during whole day climbing. Wow!
View onto the village
Children of the village...
This is the place where village temple used to be.
Now there is just a shelter
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