Tribute

This is the 7th week I've spent in Morocco in a period of more than two months. Thanks to global warming it's been icy cold and the amount of water that fell from the sky was catastrophical for some of Morocco's inhabitants. If not their unfortunate end.

Finally at the end of this november I've seen some sun... accompanied with snow. The Atlas mountains become stunningly beautiful this way. The snow creates a contrast with the red and brown of the Atlas. When previously I glanced with dignity at the Atlas I was now engulfed with awe.

Thanks to the same global warming I previously spend a two hour camel ride in a rainstorm. But now the sky was clear and I looked forward to a night in the desert. When I was a kid I learned that deserts cool off at night and can reach below zero temperatures. Surely this wasn't going to happen when I was there. And it didn't!
But that didn't stop me from becoming an ice cube while being seated on the most uncomfortable means of transport in human history.
While being tortured with something they call a saddle and seeing my hands become more blue than the colour they're used to have, I could finally enjoy a blue sky with some desert dunes.