Morocco is the furthest place from Europe in the shortest time and distance. Just over the Straights of Gibraltar, visible from Spain (and the UK for that matter), a journey through a thousand and one nights begins. Marrakech reveals a view of the 4,000 metre high Atlas mountains during February, and it’s hard to tire of this city.
A two hour drive away, the mountains begin. Based in a Kasbah, this guest house blends into the village style across the valley. Just a short trek up from where the taxi can drive, mules assisting with luggage, naturally
The village across is very original. A trip back in time. No Nintendos for kids.
Down the valley, terraced farming completes the picture, one wonders how plots are apportioned and passed down the generations
After a few days of hiking around the area, constantly enawed by the the massive Toubkal towering above, yet with no desire or inclination to venture into even cooler, loftier and remote territory, it was time for a longer trek with a stay in the satellite Kasbah over in the next valley.
Travelling in style, with donkeys for luggage and a majestic picnic on a ridge, this path leads through villages, untouched by ‘progress’ and Westernisation, in fact Seven Years in Tibet was filmed here. A shop and a Koran school were the only identifiable non-residential dwellings, people shy and friendly, no obvious commotion, I guess everyone is busy. Peaceful, simple, elegant and pristine.
Note the varied rock type and colours that turned a torrential downpour into a blood red river
The following morning had an unexpected surprise in tow.. follow to the end:
The ‘rescue’ donkey was provided by the mother lodge, courteously they’d seen the snowfall and anticipated difficulties making it back to Marrakech in time for the flight..