We had breakfast with Paul and Theresa and saw them off. We then went to pick up our rental bikes at Loc tu Roes. Riding off on our 2 Honda Toranados 250cc bikes made in Brazil, the crazy traffic didn't seem quite so crazy 
once you became a part of it.
once you became a part of it. 
Our route following a piste, an old path, soon ended at a river we didn't want to cross but not before we found ourselves amongst a sheep herd.
It was about 90 km to Siti Fatima, the end of our planned trip for the day. Not
far, but part of the adventure would be to pick one of the villages to stay the night.
far, but part of the adventure would be to pick one of the villages to stay the night. Our village with the hotel in the background
At the end of the road we parked on the river-rock beach when Mohamed Akabli approached us. The river valley is a tourist place -- but it is not high season yet. He spoke English and reminded Mike of his father. We didn't know we needed a guide but he offered to be ours to some of the Berber villiages in the hills; 1 hour, 2 hours, 3 hours -- whatever we want. Of course, we went for it.
We had a beautiful hike for abou
t 3 hours. We went through two Berber villages. They live very basically; goats, rugs and handicrafts. They seem to be OK with that kind of life.
t 3 hours. We went through two Berber villages. They live very basically; goats, rugs and handicrafts. They seem to be OK with that kind of life. Tea on terrace
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The equivalent of 7 flights of stairs led to our hotel room which overlooked the river. After packing up, we headed down and crossed the river over the stick bridge. Following close behind was the owner of the hotel who expected us for breakfast.....back over the stick-bridge and up 7 flights of stairs to share breakfast.
We were of two minds for our adventure for the day -- go for another hike into the hills or get on the bikes and to up to the peaks. A flipped coin decided for us. The bike it was. Unfortunately, it was heavily misting (rain) going up the hill so we turned around and came down.
We stopped for a few pictures where Moustafa sold Mike a rock -- some kind of Geode-stalagtite.Upon returning to the hotel, Hassan, the hotel owner in Marrakech told us of the bombing in the square and that it was all over the news. Our families would be worried. It was a terrible tradgedy for the beautiful city of Marrakech.
Although we have eaten every meal in the square and we were only in one of the restaurants for orange juice, we did not go into any of the terrace restaurants where the explosion occurred. We did discover the restaurant in some of our pictures and videos from previous days.
The nights adventure was to be a Hammam -- a local bath house -- micro-dermabrasion for the entire body.
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