Monday, August 11, 1997 - Taza - Meknes
We have just entered the province of Taza taza after drinking a coffee in a bar full of flies . On the left, along a huge lake with clear water. On the banks of the tents are also visible. Or are the Berbers, or are swimmers, Berbers.
We have learned in recent days, sources absolutely unreliable, that in Morocco there is no compulsory education.
cross intensively cultivated areas with olive trees. The trees are beautiful, healthy and aligned. Ai bordi della strada pile immense di meloni, angurie e cipolle . Ma chi se li deve comprare? Tutte!?
A 38 chilometri da Taza passiamo davanti ad una villetta isolata -" Sarà la villa del dentista di Meknes" - suppone Pippo .
Mancano 29 chilometri alla meta e ci imbattiamo in una zona commerciale con negozi di ceramiche . Elio vorrebbe qui comprare - " le famose Tazze di Taza " -
Poi, la vista dell'insegna " Hotel Milano "distracts him. N on it can no longer hold because in that moment we are overtaken by a jeep branded Bergamo. A deadly mix of ancestral calls that makes him scream in perfect slang Bergamo:" Sotchmer " which means Suca.
(spend the day)
Meknes 23.00 hours
E 'was one of the the most beautiful rides of our lives, this is the unanimous opinion. Two out of two!
and L streets, the people crossed and the cave of Friouato will remain etched in our memory.
Once in Taza we did the shopping- picnic the souq, where the most difficult thing was to find the fresh lemons and raw. Yes, because here they sell them cooked and preserved in oil as the eggplant. Until you try them but we can not say " that suck! "
Then loads of unnecessary food, we perched on a winding uphill along the back 
nts whose beautiful children, sprung out of nowhere in this desert landscape, sold figs, herbs and almonds necklaces that Elio bought for ornamental and Goofy if eaten.
climb, the vegetation became more dense. The oaks grew forest guards and policemen became forest. At a junction we have two of them stopped to greet us in the forest reserve. We do know that there will be too close to winter skiing. Hard to believe today, with a temperature of around 40 degrees. In short, since the description of the beauty of the place is not easy and is also late, go directly to the cave.
We entrance of the cave. In a hut in the middle of an oak forest is a type that would be skinny skinny keeper (?). Entry costs only 600 pounds. Poor things, we think, such a beautiful place at a price so hungry. One touches the heart. But the catch is around the corner: the skinny tells us that inside the cave is pitch dark and then forcing us to buy a small flashlight (each) for 18,000 lire. Also each.
Not only that, the poor man terrifies us by saying that the journey is complicated and full of pitfalls, so it is essential hire a local guide, which costs us 18,000 lire other. Only then become hard. Enough is enough! And we begin to haggle on the price of the guide mocking the fact that the nominee has only eight years and that is why there gives no expectations. We get a discount of 50%, but the risk is that we enter the tunnel in the hands of dangerous a boy of eight years repeatedly fucked. We are seriously in danger.
go down.
Scale is steep, as you go down the temperature drops to make us feel cold . After steps 200-300 reached the bottom of a huge cave with a hole of light at the top. We expect that at any moment lead us head P atrick de Gayardon! (What paracadue was thrown from the plane with the holes in the ground and mangled that he died shortly afterwards ed .- 2010)
Mohammed (the guide got) whistles pretty. Instead, we proceed awkwardly and we fill it with mud. From head to toe.
Now you must go through a narrow tunnel . In our opinion there passes only one foot. The darkness is dense. Mohammed enacts any strategy to terrorize . He begins to tell us about it tragedies happened in that cave. The last one was 17 years ago. They died of the Belgians. It shows us the pile of stones which should hide the bodies. for reasons not clear what was left there. Perhaps because they were Belgians.
Then talk about bats hungry and sick. In the meantime we are three hundred meters below the ground, tired, soiled and with knees that hurt us. The route is well lipposo and is full of rocky crags in the dark, not illuminated by invisible light beams of our torcetti scam from 18 000 pounds.
Mohammed won, we give up and decide to go back.
At this point we meet three French rifardi going down without a guide with only one torcetti for 18 dollars. " not make it" - we think. And we'll never know!
After an invigorating tea to leave again Meknes. On the road we stop to photograph a group of beautiful girls we still sell necklaces almonds. Goofy, as usual, if you eat them (almonds, not girls, even though ....).
arrive in Meknes with the company of a Belgian pilot who goes before us. Help Elio fine and wants to emulate. The overtaking are frequent. Elio between the Belgian and starts some kind of complicity. Both drivers will compete, but respect each other. It 's very nice. But I feel like throwing up
We are now sitting in a kind of stigghioleria * luxury. The waiter is a stigghioleria Carneades, his face looks like Al Pacino . Elio would want to buy immigrarlo a Milano. intanto due tavoli più in là un cliente erutta sempre e alla fine della cena ( piuttosto pesante ) sale al piano di sopra per fare piriti **.
La cena è economica e gustosa (brochette di carne bovina magra, olive, harissa , limonata, pane, acqua e tè con menta bollita). Secondo noi la menta è stata già usata e infatti il tè ha sapore di decotto di menta. A metà cena entra un elegantone in blu che si siede al tavolo con un fetente con i vestiti tutti macchiati , e insieme ad altri amici e amiche mangiano cervelli of sheep.
Dinner is over and go back to the hotel. Here we find it difficult to park. Elio tries to attack a Moroccan bully that blows the place. Then he gives up and says only asshole, but softly. You never know!. Better to be a bit 'cowards that a little' vastuniati ***. We decide to park elsewhere.
There is great movement. The hotel's garden (beautiful, lush, with swimming pool) is full of young people talking, drinking and listening to modern music live. Elio and I decide to organize for next year, a tour, giving us as band the spaghetti . Two young women courting us, but we are faithful to Paola and go to bed young women.
* store (go) where you can enjoy the grilled beef intestines ( stigghiola )
** *** peti
beaten
go to the previous bet (3)
go to sequel (5)
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