Paradise Valley is a full day trip from the campsite. The narrow road follows a beautiful palm tree-lined river gorge and then climbs way up to a mountain town near which there is a stunning waterfall. Today is Sunday, which is “family day” in Morocco, although the holy day is Friday. So the whole of our trip was shared with thousands of Moroccans from Agadir who picnicked all along the valley and at the waterfall, some also washing their clothes in the river. Picnics generally consisted of a barbecue or tajine, both of which are cooked over charcoal
In these parts the locals appear to live subsistence lives using donkeys and hand-tools for cultivation. Small children frequent the roadsides attempting to sell bunches of herbs. But, wait a minute, even the meanest dwelling has a satellite dish, a real Flintstone-esque touch when surrounded by all this primitive lifestyle of yesteryear.
On the way back is the village of Arouir where a number of shops sell the locally grown bananas. And that’s all they sell – bananas. How can they survive selling just bananas at 64p a kilo? In the footwear trade that’s the equivalent of a shoe-lace shop!
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