We had breakfast and started the ascent of the Dades Gorge....very famous and spectacular
Yes we did drive through this lot
I stopped in a tiny village to check the map and look for some lunch, I became aware of a man looking at my truck.....not unusual but I got out to have a word. As usual he asked me if I was German but he asked in English.
This is where the "unbelievable" starts, when we were in Mijas Day 43 I met a guy called Bob from Scotland on his way back from Morocco. We talked a lot about his trip and in one of his stories he mentioned an English speaking Moroccan guide that he had met who invited Bob and his wife in for tea and they ended up staying overnight with him. I don't recall Bob saying his name or where his house was but do remember him saying he had been to university in Fes.
I start talking to the Moroccan guy about the off road route and he says it is possible in my truck but in parts the route is difficult due to the recent bad weather. He invites us in for tea and to meet his family.
We spend more time playing and talking and eventually the penny drops and I ask Moha does he remember Bob
I decide to employ Moha as a guide and give the off road route a go. All started off well as we ran off the track and started to climb using the dry river bed.
After a lot of head scratching and climbing about we came to the conclusion that it would have to wait till morning then the topic of what to do for the night. We were over 9000 feet above sea level at least 20k from the nearest village and it was getting cold. It was at this point that Aziz the Berber Nomad who spoke no English, French or Arabic invited us to stay in his tent for the night. His wife Miriam came down to welcome us and she wrapped her cloak around Lynn.
We were very fortunate to have Moha who spoke English and Berber, he said his Berber was different to theirs but close enough for communication. They were all fascinated by my camera and couldn't believe that it captured their image on the little screen, no mobiles here!
At bed time Miriam cleared an area at the top of the tent, threw down a rug and rolled another for a pillow. She asked us to lie down and then threw three massive rugs completely over us from below our toes to over our head. We settled down to a fitful nights sleep wondering if the truck would still be there in the morning listening to the camels outside and jostling for position with the goats and a mule in the tent.
Morning came and Miriam was up with the lark making bread
And her mother in law turned in to make some broth, I preferred the bread.
This is where we slept
It was time to leave the tents as the men had arrived from around the valley to help me with the truck.
When we got up to the truck wheel they put a flat stone in behind and it was my turn to jump back into the cab and with my heart in my mouth I reversed about half a meter onto it. The guys built like fury around it and then placed a flat rock in front, half a meter forward and the same again.
After five or six movements I was able to move off.
Where we met guys coming up the other way
If in need of a good meal and a pint......well I got the first half
So to conclude, an experience I wouldn't choose up front if I knew everything that was going to happen but now wouldn't swap for the world. That sums up the best of independent travel.