Oudane
Seems like every guide and auberge in the country knows Zaida and her great personality. It’s a pity we didn’t have a common language so I could get the full value of her company but she’s a great woman nonetheless. Her auberge is just outside the old city of Oudane.
I did share my room with a wasp but we respected each other’s privacy. He only flew in and around one or twice a day and I made sure to give him his space when he did.
I would take a walk to the “new” city every afternoon to watch the kids play soccer. The younger kids would sometimes try to make conversation. Once I was talking to a kid and by the time I looked up I was surrounded by kids just staring at me. And I’m not even white! Freaked me a bit out but the kids were great, only openly curious. Not like some villages where the only sounds out of kids mouths is “Cadeux. Cadeaux.” [Cadeaux = Present]. Some adults too for that matter.
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