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0313. A rather peculiar ending (Mor 146--new)

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Six months into my new Morocco life, I feel I’ve just got to take a break and try something different. I head south WAY south—overland all the way across the Sahara desert through Mauritania, Senegal and Gambia to discover the joys and perils of playing street music in sub-Saharan Africa. Then I return to Morocco to discover another 100+ towns…

0313. A rather peculiar ending (Mor 146--new)

I got to talking with a teacher as I waited for the van to Telouine--he kindly invited me in for tea at his country home... a decent chap...

Transportation isn't very frequent to this little country village, so I'd better explore it quick...

Walking along, an only bucktooth fellow on a bicycle stopped me.

"Who's your Sheikh?" He blurted out. Sounded like a rather odd question--I assumed that he meant to ask me if I was authorized to visit this town. I told him that I'd come to visit a teacher and I was going to have a look around and catch the van back to Goulmima at four.  He huffed a bit and then headed off.

Telouine ha its own little castle... but I still had a little time, so I ambled down the road through an oasis to see what else there was.

The palm trees aren't as big and lush as, say, aroun Erfoud, but it's quite nice, nonetheless. 

Then I came across another castle in the middle of nowhere--but as I ventured inside I soon found that something was different... it was collapsing and abandoned--no one attempting to rebuild it.

So I guess eventually a mud castle has to die...

Heading back to Telioune that old man came after me again--this time he was really huffing... He told me HE was the town sheikh and demanded to see my ID card--I then demanded to see HIS ID card, which he didn't appreciate.  He said that he was going to have to contact the Gendarme to have me registered.

I was feeling downright irritated.  I've been questioned by the cops and the local sheikh before, but it's always been it some dodgy, ugly town where there's no logical reason for a tourist to be... But Telouine is a beautiful little oasis, and all I'm doing is walking around on the main roads...

Clearly some guys take their jobs way to seriously. 

I almost hoped he would call the Gendarme so I could really chew him out in front of them, telling him this is no way to treat a tourist.  But when I sharply explained that I had a bus to catch in Goulimima and he'd better not make me miss that bus, he finally let me be...

A rather odd, almost humorous finish to my journey...

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0313. A rather peculiar ending (Mor 146--new)

I got to talking with a teacher as I waited for the van to Telouine--he kindly invited me in for tea at his country home... a decent chap...

Transportation isn't very frequent to this little country village, so I'd better explore it quick...

Walking along, an only bucktooth fellow on a bicycle stopped me.

"Who's your Sheikh?" He blurted out. Sounded like a rather odd question--I assumed that he meant to ask me if I was authorized to visit this town. I told him that I'd come to visit a teacher and I was going to have a look around and catch the van back to Goulmima at four.  He huffed a bit and then headed off.

Telouine ha its own little castle... but I still had a little time, so I ambled down the road through an oasis to see what else there was.

The palm trees aren't as big and lush as, say, aroun Erfoud, but it's quite nice, nonetheless. 

Then I came across another castle in the middle of nowhere--but as I ventured inside I soon found that something was different... it was collapsing and abandoned--no one attempting to rebuild it.

So I guess eventually a mud castle has to die...

Heading back to Telioune that old man came after me again--this time he was really huffing... He told me HE was the town sheikh and demanded to see my ID card--I then demanded to see HIS ID card, which he didn't appreciate.  He said that he was going to have to contact the Gendarme to have me registered.

I was feeling downright irritated.  I've been questioned by the cops and the local sheikh before, but it's always been it some dodgy, ugly town where there's no logical reason for a tourist to be... But Telouine is a beautiful little oasis, and all I'm doing is walking around on the main roads...

Clearly some guys take their jobs way to seriously. 

I almost hoped he would call the Gendarme so I could really chew him out in front of them, telling him this is no way to treat a tourist.  But when I sharply explained that I had a bus to catch in Goulimima and he'd better not make me miss that bus, he finally let me be...

A rather odd, almost humorous finish to my journey...

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