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.
Into the desert.
Down into the valleys.
And up to the mountains.