Instead of using the weekend with prudence, to wash my clothes, to air out my mold-infested belongings, or prepare for classes, I went on a little road trip with some French folks. We drove up to the point at the top of Eastern Morocco, passing a couple towns and the Melilla castle on our way. At the end of the peninsula there's a small preserve with a very poor, sparsely-populated village. The few people who were out and about made up for their lack in numbers with their impressive staring abilities.
It was beautiful though. I was hoping for some sort of fish-shop, but I didn't see any kind of store at all. Did see some donkeys though- click on the pictures to see larger versions of said donkeys.
|great paint job on this house|
|lighthouse. There were some army officers there who were on the lookout for illegal immigrants from more southern Africa on their way to Spain|
|I'm not sure what these people grew- I just saw rocks and cacti|
|very sleepy village|
|that's the door to a house built into the rocks|
|awesome square house|
With the rest of my weekend, I went to a nearby school and helped out with an environmental 'sensibilisation' for four and a half hours. Which went pretty well. One kid thought it only took a month for a plastic bag to biodegrade (in reality it's between 100 and 400 years).