Middle Atlas mountains. Waiting at the entrance to our hostel are the mules who'd carry our luggage.
Marrakech. A mule relaxing in a sunny side-road.
Zerhoun. Like most of the mules we saw, this one was well padded. I don't know what was in the tanks. Cooking oil?
Middle Atlas mountains. When faced with a mule, the rule is to stick to the inner side of the path. This mule was carrying supplies to the village where we stayed.
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