Within a month I’ve seen children of a village in one of many African mountain ranges and people celebrating Christmas in the US. Don’t get me wrong, these children didn’t seem unhappy. So I won’t lie that I’ve seen children starving in Africa. It’s just the contrast of experience what’s shocking.
North African Shangri-La. Concept that drove our trip in the High Atlas Mountains. Isolated utopia, always happy, nonexistent. One of many places, which once might have been this mythical Valley.