0232. Big crowd in Targuist... (Mor 080-new)
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I say goodbye to my new friends and head off through the forest back into town--refreshed and eager for the last leg of this journey.
Al Hoceima--it's still a good distance farther, and I'm almost out of time, and I know if I don't go there now, I'll have to backtrack even further on a future trip. Parkbenching Al Hoceima is a must.
But there is one little town on the way that is beckoning me, so when the bus finally shows up, I get a ticket to Targuist.
The scenery ever since Taounate has been absolutely splendid... mountains, mountains, mountains--with little white hamlets peppering the slopes as far as the eye can see... Each time I get on a bus, I pray that someone with a small child won't sit next to me--nothing against kids... but on these dizzying roads, young tots can erupt without warning.
Finally, around a bend, and there's Targuist in all its glory...
A sizeable town and fairly modern, the main street winds down the hillside into town. I come across a brand new park and plaza, with a couple of clusters of benches. On one cluster there are a group of schoolgirls... a great opportunity to try out my "Pied Piper" skills--so I pulled out my guitar at the other cluster of benches... Sure enough--pretty soon the girls overcome their shyness and come over to listen--soon the boys follow--trying in vain to chase off the girls... Later on a couple of nearby shopkeepers call me over to entertain them while they sell their wares... one of my best audiences to date.
They beg me to stick around for a music festival that'll take place in a couple of days... but that won't be possible... But one thing for sure--Targuist would be a really fun town to come back to--if just for the eager audience.
But now I have a destination to reach...