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... You can take the collective taxi, you know—it’s still a longs ways away” he tells me
“No, I want to walk and enjoy the scenery” my response draws a smile.
I decide to count the third scattering of houses as a “new town” and am told that it’s called Zraibi. I head up to a ridge covered with lush green wheat, with a great view of the village, and the hills behind. Nearby a couple ...
... to say I am glad I am not sharing with anyone as it would be really small to share with somebody you don't know. I spot a little hole and gaffa tape it straight away. Gaffa tape is the best thing since sliced bread when you're camping. There is also a tent-toilet, again a hole in the ground, which is fine, but I am determined to try my hardest not to get up at night to use it. I think this was the goal of several. Luckily, I ...
Mon 22 Aug 2011
After a breakfast of eggs, bread, cheese, jam, coffee and juice at the riad, his brother took me to the shared taxi stand right out of town, calling in at an ATM on the way. I've mastered the art of balancing well on a motorbike now, with my backpack behind me! Typically, the news wasn't good, as the drivers assured me that no-one was taking trips to Imlil (the jumping off village for the mountains) ...
... amp; veg tajine, Moroccan soup, etc. Real Berber fare in a real Berber village.....Tim and I shared a bench (mattress surprisingly comfy) in the men's dorm. Silent up here in the night.
Awake pre-dawn. Heard the muezzin's call from across the valley. Up at 6.15am for our hike further up the valley towards the big mountain. By 7 oçlock we were on our way, walking across the scree bed of the river, deep inside the shadow of ...
... up from his prone position on a banquette inside. "How far ?"
"Just a couple of miles," was the response. Graham and Andy rushed to put on boots and socks. It was becoming apparent that, as the two men of the trip, a silent but deadly edge of competition had established itself between them. On the minibus up to Imlil I had pretended to sleep whilst listening to their conversation, which went roughly like this:
"So last year, I went to Everest Base Camp. It ...