ode to the plastic bag
Morocco:Ouarzazate:cybernet
it is said that the most innovative and useful invention of the 20th century is perhaps the plastic bag, and viewing the miles and miles of open desert surrounding Ouarzazate one might think the city was actually devised as a mecca of sorts for wary, homeless, vagabond bags of all shapes, colors and destinies. hanging shrewdly onto rocks by the thousands they lay a strange modern claim to the desert, like neon does to cities, and driving in from the dades gorge its one of the most striking and unexpected of vistas yet, with the wind at whipping desert velocities and the city under a seige of pretty persistent dust bowl attacks. i think this place is the appropriate end to my desert experience.
rented a bike and saw the todra gorge, date palms and kasbahs and almond trees.
rode on top of a bus and stayed in the dades gorge, perfect little kasbah ruins amongst poplar and fig trees and various cultivated grasses.
all and all this was all great but perhaps better with a car and friends and a whole bunch of beer. nature and solitude are cool and all but i have just realized i dont really have a Henry David Thoreau or unibomber enthusiasm for them. anyway, tomorrow is on to the freak capital of morocco, and quite possibly my most anticipated city, Marrakesh.