If we were dubious about the herb garden, we were even more dubious about the Berber house. These things are known for being set up for tourists, but we were inquisitive anyway after talking to our Berber guide the day before. Our guide taught us how flour was ground using only the power of a stream powering wooden fins which turned a large, circular stone.
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We toured the house, including a bedroom and a living room (with a television hidden behind a thin curtain!) It was clear things weren’t completely basic here, but to learn about certain techniques was an interesting experience anyway.
There was also a gift shop, and I showed serious restraint here. The ‘selling’ here was a lot more pushy than the herb garden, but we expected it so weren’t too put off.
The best decision…
Back in the car, it started to get cold as we the vehicle climbed higher up the steep mountainside. We pulled up to a tiny village, and was told this was the last stop before the car couldn’t go any further. We were faced with a decision – stop for lunch now, or climb the mountain first?
It was Gary who made the decision which saved the day here. He suggested we go up the mountain first. Read on to find out why…
We scarfed down the bread that we’d brought and got out of the minibus. We expected a hike, and as we started walking through small Berber villages on a slight incline, with a few rocks every c level executive list now and the, we thought hey – this isn’t too bad! It was really chilly – we were about 1000 feet up I think – but the group was enjoying it and the couple with a sweet little baby were managing fine.