Our driver to Goulimine was funny and although he didn't speak a word anyone could understand we all enjoyed him. Language here is another issue. There are so many to chose from. There is French, leftover from colonial times, the local Moroccan Arabic, and several Berber dialects, as well as Italian and German in tourist areas. English is almost non-existent.
In Goulimine we transferred to another grand taxi for the last leg of the journey to Tan Tan. Laurent was only going as far a Goulimine, but changed his plans and continued on with us. We arrived in Tan Tan in the late afternoon and my friend Fatima picked us up at the taxi stand.
Wonderful stories, Gail. The photos will simply add scenic details to the already vivid images we have from reading your travel notes. Thanks for doing this! It's a lovely escape for a wee while from this frozen country we live in!
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