Picking up from yesterday –
So, there’s this man on the shore who greets me, clearly very fluent in sign language.
And I’m sure he could probably tell the absolute shock and fear in my eyes. How is there someone way out in the middle-of-nowhere-Morocco who speaks American Sign Language so fluently?
Obviously if I actually were deaf, I would be SO happy to see someone with whom I could communicate. So, the fact I didn’t react with glee I feel like really was alarm bells for them, probably. But then again, what are they gonna to me? Send me to jail for just trying not to talk to people?
I didn’t scam anyone or anything. And I over-tipped the boat guy, ’cause I felt bad.
I guess they could’ve drowned me in the waterfall, if they felt like it. But it feels like that would’ve been far too big of a punishment for the crime.
I quickly tell the ASL guy, as best as I can, that I’m in a hurry and have to go.
Then, on the way up, the guide guy who’s been following me this whole time tries to get me to pose for a pic, now that I’m all the way down at the bottom of the waterfall.
I know I have to get back up to Mohammed at this point, because he’s worried about the timing and stuff.
But I also know that plans can always be changed if we can’t drive as far, and he’s getting paid. Like, I want to be respectful of his time and everything, but I figure we’ll be fine overall.
So, I pose for a couple of quick pics, because if you’re gonna be going all the way out to this waterfall, might as well memorialize the main place to post.
And THEN –
I hear Mohammed yelling for me!
He’s gotten impatient, and started coming down (the way I’d be going up – so backwards) to find me.
And this is where I’ll pick up tomorrow!