While it was burning hot down in Marrakesh there was snow on the mountain peaks.
The road up through the Atlas Mountains was winding and steep. It largely followed the trails that the caravans had used, except now there were no caravans and the road had been considerably developed and much work was being carried out to make it wider still.
This route connected Marrakesh with the Tourag communities over on the Sahara side. All along the way were little Berber villages with their fields and agriculture.
Even though we were on the tarmac road it wasn’t hard to imagine what it would have been like trekking across these cold and barren mountains on a camel – quite a contrast to the heat of the Sahara on the other side. But this was a major trade route and Marrakesh was the destination.
The mountains had a rare beauty with their contrasts of greens and browns and the snowcapped peaks.
Along the way were stalls selling luridly colored geods and fossils.
Wow what a beautiful place!
It was!
This looks nothing like what I would’ve expected Morocco to look like. I feel like an ignorant ass, but I always pictured it like some sort of Tatooine. It’s actually awesome!
I will never cease to be amazed at how many incredible places there are out there. I know I won’t get visit them all, but sure looks like hella fun trying at least.
Yes it was different to how I had imagined it too. I think we get these preconceptions in our heads. That’s what is so good about travel.
The world is an amazing place. I aim to get to see as much of it as I possibly can. It is fun.