We arrived at the Oazarazate airport at midnight where a car from our kasbah was to meet us. After 20 minutes with the airport all but deserted we rang to check on its whereabouts. They’d forgotten us, they’d be there in an hour!
Into the back of this tiny car with doors only opening from the outside, went our hand-luggage, two children and I with hubby sitting up front and off we went. Into the blackness of the night we drove and drove, leaving any signs of light far behind.
Despite the rough terrain under us convincing me this was our last moments together as a family we arrived at what was to be our beautiful two-storey home for the next week. Emotions changing from final good-byes to pure elation in a heart-beat.
A few days later we discovered all the bumping was from the dry river bed we had crossed. We did ask what happened when it rained however the only response was laughter. Guess there’s never enough rain to make any great change.
What I love most about this river-bed road is how the way to not only our kasbah but a small village before it, is marked simply with white arrows on the rocks. Oh. My. Goodness.
This week’s photo challenge prompt from The Daily Post is much like last week’s prompt of Transient, it’s Delta. The challenge being to share a photo that signifies transitions and change to you.