Thursday, 12 March 2015

To and Through the High Atlas Mountains



After parting ways with Moped Man we drove through small towns and villages, past greenery, and finally spied the mountain range far off in the distance...


... a little bit closer...


... and finally the winding s-shped road that took us up and down and up and down...


...and through...


... and across...


... and into...


... and around...


... and up...


...and down...


...


... and down...


...and up...


... and to a high-altitude rest stop (freezing), where the attendant at the little shop had rocks and crystals and fossils on offer, and would have traded for whiskey or kiff rather than money had we been interested...


... closer...


...closer...


...closer...


... I hope you see that snakey road in the distance... we were still heading that way...


... and here we were on one of the final climbs into the snow, and realised that the gas light was on... no towns anywhere near, no idea how much further... good times! (We discovered that 300-350 km of driving in Morocco can take upto 8 hours).


Berber village built into the side of the rock... with satellite dishes and electricity. I would hazard a guess that those may be the 'only' changes made to this community in hundreds of years.


More down...


... more up... and we did find a gas station, one light bulb on the go... filled the tank (!!!) and started to consider accommodation for the night.


My turn for the Princess bed (woohoo!!)...


...Tina got the Bunk. 
Finding this magical riad will be a story for tomorrow.


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