In the Moroccon Sahara. Or should I say nomadic berber family in the Moroccon sahara near Algeria. It was a great experience and a nice break from the modernized areas of the country. The family was shy and gentle but warmed up after a while. But I did not stay long enough to get a true feel for the people. However, I must say I have a lot of respect for these people. They spend their lives in pretty barren conditions in the Sahara. It is a tough life and even brutal sometimes. Even in January the sun was strong and tempetrues hit, and maybe even exceeded, 30 C (90 F) during the day. However the nights are freezing cold, probably below 0 (30). I can not imagine how hot it must be in the summer. But yah, it is a tough life in some respects but also honest and in many ways simple. Simple because these people are free from many of the modern burdens like cell phones and tvs and internet and seem perfectly content. Hell, two of the younger brothers were amazed by some of my basic gear. I showed them my guide book on Morocco and they were amazed by the pictures of the atlas mountains (BEAUTIFUL), Fes, Marrakech and other such things. They have never seen any of that. One day when I was a little bored I decided to walk towards the Algerian boarder, about 10 km in one direction I walked. I fully knew the tension between Algeria and Morocco but never intended to get closer than 5 km of the boarder, I just wanted to see. I mean I could have even been 7 or 10 km away still. Anyways I started to feel odd and turned back, I guess I could sense some sort of tension lingering. As I walked back I got a little lost, about 2 km past the family and 200 km to the east. they still were able to spot me and helped me back. Ah, the Sahara was crazy! Morocco is a crazy country and a sensory overload. I think Tunisia is next.