Making up for Lost Time

The next day some people woke up for the sunrise; I was not one of them, I love sleep a little too much. After breakfast we loaded back on the jeeps and returned to where our bus was. We took the bus to the kasbah we were supposed to visit earlier. It was cool going through the old kasbah and seeing an old Jewish quarter complete with a tiny mosque (although no Jews are around any more) and then some Berbers carrying on the Jewish silver making tradition that they had learned from the Jews who had left for Israel. It was amusing watching my friends bargain, we're all trying to get better at it and could usually get it down to at least half the price. I ended up getting a hand of Fatima, which is actually known as a symbol of the strong relationship between Muslims and Jews in Morocco because the Jews would make them and the Muslims would buy them. The hand is to ward off the evil eye. I would have enjoyed it more if I hadn't been feeling sick all morning, and to tell the truth I was happy to get back to the bus and sit down. We then stopped at another village where we saw a library that housed many medieval Arabic works and then a pottery village. It is amazing that they still use pottery wheels moved by feet. It was also cool to see the kilns they use after talking about it in Archaeology. This is how they've been making pottery for hundreds of years. After some more shopping we head to lunch at a beautiful hotel (where some of my friends again decide to jump into the pool to get the grime of sand off) and after another flat tire, we don't arrive at N'Kob until sunset. It is a beautiful town of kasbahs (fortified buildings) and it was probably the nicest hotel we stayed at although the shower and bathroom were outside. After some tea by the fireplace we head to bed since it's early rising in the morning.