Last weekend, a couple of neighboring volunteers spent the night with me, feasting on hummus and pasta salad and zucchini bread, watching a waaaay-too-long Brad Pitt movie, all in preparation for biking into Taroudant the next morning.
How can I not have done this before? It's only 24 kilometers ~ 15 miles. I used to routinely ride 20-30 miles on a Sunday morning back home. The road is flat as a pancake and two lanes wide; the wind, what there was of it, was at our backs. Yet this was the first time I've made the trek by bicycle. Inch'allah it won't be the last.
The perfect way to spend a lazy, unseasonably cool Sunday morning ~ and with excellent company.
That sandpit in the background used to be a river, the Oued Souss.
Entering the medina.
Bread for sale at the souq entrance.
Back home again, my bike in the parking lot that is my hallway (those other vehicles belong to the landlord's family upstairs)