The Kasbah of Telouet, one hour after the pass Tizi n'Tishka (2260 m). In February, still early in the year, with only the almond trees in blossom. 
The Schmid family within the Kasbah of Telouet.
Parts of the Kasbah are run down. Kasbahs are usually always build on and on and other parts are left to nature to moulder to gravel again.
The Kasbah Itran, where we stayed. Build on the rocks with an amazing few.
The children having fun, drawing a picture of their impressions of the day. Headlights were necessairy! 
We went with Rachana, Tahir, Ariane and Timor Shah, very good friends of ours. Here in the extremely lovely Kasbah Itran in El Kelaa M'Gouna (the rose village: every May, there is a big rose festival), the entrance to the Vallèe des Roses (name after the colour of the stones and not the roses).
After a couple of drinks on the natural formed terraces, Tahir starts to tell his stories. We are laughing and listening for hours in a row. 
The entrance to the Gorges des Dades. Early greenery in contrast to bare-faced stones and rocks.
Elias at the point, we had to give up. The Gorge des Dades was totally flooded.
Our second night we spent at "5 étoiles" with David the owner, who played the guitarre for as after a lovely dinner, his mother made for us.
The whole Gorges is floddes from resent rains, fields under water, some bridges torn away. Here, a very local way of making bridges. Makes sense, as they have to be renewed nearly every year.
Manfred and Alina crossing a flodded road in the valley.
We are celebrating my birthday in yet another lovely, very privat place, the Auberge Ayous in the Gorge de Todra. Lovely decorated rooms and stunning welcome as well as excellent food!!
In the Gorged des Dades: Les Doits des sènges (fhe monkeys fingers) - really look like monkey fingers. You can climb them and walk through them - but not in the floods.
Walking the Gorge de Todra. In winter, only at noon, the sun reaches the bottom of the gorge. At the end, there is a fountain, locals come to drink from it for good fortune (mainly for a husband and lots of children - they will regret the drink later in their lifes!!!)
Only women go out in the mountains every day at fife in the morning to gather wood for the daily needs. It leads them further away from home every day and takes them hours just for what they carry on their sholders on this picture.
We were pretending to have a 4 wheel drive!! We were crossing the mountains, not really knowing, if we will succeed. We passed by Imilchil (every year, there is a engagement festival there - left over singles, don't hesisate to go there!!), which was lacking the flair I was hoping for. No place to stay over night with three children - really. And as I have a husband already - no need...We just made it through that mud. If not, we would have had to go back seven hours and take an other route back home.
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