Dades
Valley :
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The valley of Dades is the road of the
casbah. From Oarzazate to Boulmane, you will discover 170
km of astonishing landscapes. Between the jbel Sarho and
the High Atlas Dades is a dry and desert landscape to aliment
a serie of oasis.
The palm stove of Skoura established in the 12th century
by Yacoub el Mansour, invites you to cover a verdure isle.
They irriguate many cultures of dates, almond trees. |
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It is also a refuge in winter for many migrating birds.
Between the numerous kasbahs of oasis, those of Ben Moro
and Amerhidil deserve a detour. Subsequqently, the road
leads to the most beautiful rose stove of the valley. From
Boulmane the vegetation is rare and you will enter in the
gorges of Dades.
There are two cliffs of 300m height separated by a corridor
of 20 metres. An unforgettable show.
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The valley Draa :
Oasis, magic word. Peace isle, sweet abundance after the desert.
The moroccan valley of Draa is an immense oasis. It lays on almost
200 km: the citadels of ground testimony the battles of the Berbers
tribes.
Berber country, born at the union of the mountain with the
desert and of the water with the sun. From Atlas to Sahara.
Because the richness of the valleys consist in the dates. Sixteen
different varietes were counted and the result was 2 million
palm trees bring out each year 20 thousand tones of dates.
From oarzazate, the road croos the black landscapes of the djebel
Sarhno, the oued Draa, invisible.
In
the antiquity, Draa was the longest river in Morocco. Its
waters, that born at Oarzazate, throw into the Atlantic
Ocean after a course of 1000 km. The ancient textes tells
of a rich region and even of crocodiles. Nowadays it is
regularised by the barrier of El Mansour, the Draa let generously
the valley to loose itself in the sand, beyond Mhamid. |
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Despite all, we doubt that the Atlantic is
so far. On the ground roads, there are vast plains with fruits
and vegetables, and people which gathered the traditions: young
women transporting the wood for fire, children runing in the sands.
Roses, tamaris, acacias. The extreme hours lighten with a golden
colour the oued. We would like to drink the light. We would
like that the day doesn’t come anymore.
Oruriz. Amrad. Timiderte. Tamsikht. Villages of ground and
water on lands with palm trees. Rose minarets, green or white.
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In
the south of Morocco we live with the day’s and night’s
rhythm, with the seasons and with the heart. And with spearmint
tea that we drink on the pavements of the cafeterias. Versed
from very high, the rain often means the union between the
sky and the ground. But here wa cannot count on the rain
to cultivate. The palm strove occupy the area and the gardens
are irrigated. |
To get lost between the palm trees is a part of the voyage. Anyway,
any one don’t loose easily. At Draa the sun or a djebel
is enough to orient. Where is the fellah on the donkey, whom you
can ask where to go? The cahbah of Tamnougalt? It is impossible
to miss it. It is planted on the commun hill as for a decoration
in an adventure movie.
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