So it’s been 11 years since I watched Hideous Kinky and while the storyline wasn’t as great as I remember. I think I was mesmerized by the landscapes, the people, the places and the culture represented during the movie.

Watching it brought back memories of travelling with an amazing group of people in a mini-bus, listening to amazing local music while passing through some amazing landscapes:

The route along portions of the caravan route that runs from Timbuktu to Essaouirra.

Passing by kasbahs.

Through villages.

Into the desert.

Down into the valleys.

And up to the mountains.