Meeting our Mules...

Eventually Mustafa turned the minibus off the highway onto a dirt road. He pulled into a dirt parking lot. It didn’t look like much of a destination; I wouldn’t even call it a village as there were only three buildings. However, there were people there waiting for us to begin our first big adventure: riding mules up to a traditional Berber village. As you can see, we didn’t have saddles or reigns, merely blankets and a rope.