Tuesday 26 January 2016

0406 Marrakech to Ouarzazate


26th Jan 2016
Mustapha, mountains, and coffee at the top of the highest paved pass in Morocco

Well, we started the day early, but everything conspired to mean that we never really hit the road to Ouarzazate until after noon !   First I had to fix a zip on the tent – And if any of you have ever tried to fix a zip, it is NOT easy.  And this one is 6 foot long !  Anyway, after about 30 minutes, I got it sorted, although from experience, once a zip starts to go wrong, it keeps on going wrong.  Then the sticker man Mustapha (Skidmore’s favourite Arab name !) came by for the third day – I had fobbed him off with a Bukra Inshallah for the past two days saying I was too busy, but today I had no excuse !  So I ended up with a few camels and palm trees for this my Saharan adventure – Photos will be posted when they are fixed to the car !   Then we had to fill our drinking water tank up, and that took a while, then we had to pay, and after that we went off looking for a place to fill up our calor gas bottle.  On the way there we passed a shed that we thought was covered in rocks, only to find as we got closer they were hundreds of storks !  While stopped there a car stopped and a guy introduced himself as Mohammed and asked us if we were OK and where were we headed.  When we told him, he told us he came from Tagounite, way out in the Sahara desert, and said if we passed though there to stop in and take tea with him !  Very friendly chap. After that, we found the gas bottle filling place, but they refused to fill my bottle so we left.  After that it was off to look for a supermarket, but the road took us through Marrakesh first, so that took a while too !  Finally, about noon, we got on our way to Ouarzazate ! I was exhausted before we started !

The road to Ouarzazate follows Route 9 SE from Marrakesh, across what is termed the High Atlas. Once out on the road away from the bustle of Marrakesh, it was a delightful drive through villages, market days, and the usual trail of donkeys and people on the road.   We stopped for fuel in a little village, and while there had our lunch, during which I noticed a couple of young boys waiting for a bus (presumably), sitting on their bags. There was an old man with them, so after our lunch I took over a few sweets and asked the old man if I could give them to the boys, and he was so happy !  The boys enjoyed them, so Janet took a coffee sweet over for the old man as well.  Lovely moment.

Soon after that we started to climb.  We passed through a little town that was obviously having its market day, and the road was blocked with cars and donkeys and people carrying enormous baskets across the road !  As usual, lots of donkeys heading down the road fully laden from the markets.

There is a river (or rivers) that we seemed to follow most of the afternoon, and although it was just a dry riverbed now, it obviously becomes quite a torrent when it rains, and there were several places we passed where buildings had been undermined, or the road washed away.  Would like to see it in full flow !   As we climbed the houses in the villages rapidly became mostly rammed earth, and there were a lot of ruined houses in every village – Rammed earth doesn’t last too long in the rain, I guess.  

We climbed and we climbed, and the road got twistier and twistier, and we passed lots of pottery places and villages with their mosques.  Some villages were wreathed in smoke – It turned out to be from their fires heating all the tagines for all the hungry travellers on the road !   The scenery was stunning – Totally different from the South American Andes, or other mountain ranges we have seen – It is very soft soil, and easily eroded by rain, and this is what has carved much of the scenery. 

Eventually we reached the final part of the climb up to the top of the Col du Tichka, at the summit of the Tiz-n-Tichka pass.  Near the summit there started to be vendors on the side of the road offering rocks and stuff from the desert, the most stunning that they waved at us as we passed were bright red or orange thunder eggs, which we knew just couldn’t be the real colour !  The road to the summit is quite a wild pass, and one section is along a narrow ledge with a big drop off on either side – Fortunately we couldn’t really see it until we were past it and looking down on it from above, then it gave us quite a surprise ! Not a good place to fall off the edge !!

At the top we stopped for a coffee, and were immediately surround by fossil and rock salesmen – When one offered me a red thunder egg I told him that it wasn’t real and he had dyed it – At which he smiled and said “The Japanese like them!!”.  We had to engage in good hearted banter with several vendors before  we could escape to the little coffee shop, where we enjoyed a super strong, but super tasty, Moroccan spiced coffee.  Rashid was our host, and chatted to us while we enjoyed the coffee, and then showed us around his shop.  On the way back to the car we were obliged to visit most of the other little stalls as well, and Rashid was laughing as we tried to get away !  A very pleasant interlude !

Down the other side of the pass, it was only twisty for a while then it opened up into a plain that took us most of the way into Ouarzazate.  This town is where many films are made – The Sheltering Sky, Gladiator, Mummy 1 & II, Asterix, and several others, while a lot of Alexander the Greta was shot here in 2003. Even parts of Jewel of the Nile were shot here.  As we entered town, there were some studios, with more sets visible as we came through town. The whole town is surprisingly clean and well laid out – It has obviously benefitted from the movies, and is so very different from the somewhat primitive villages we passed through coming over the mountain pass.

But the time we found out camp site it was almost 6 pm, so it had been a long day, and the sun was going down.  We are in a walled enclosure just outside the main city, but will have to explore a little in the morning before we move on south towards the Sahara……….

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