Boumalne Dadès Hotels - Reviews and Rates

I woke up around 6 am and it was bitter cold in my room. Thick snow flakes were falling outside my window. I was having a white Christmas in Morocco. I couldn't stop humming that old Frank Sinatra song. Two dutch cyclists looked quite surprised too, folded their bicycles away and took the bus down the gorge. I wanted to see more of it and walked...

We left Marrakech in the morning and took a road over the Atlas mountains to Ouarzazate, a very beautiful journey. We got fairly close to the peaks, still snowy in spite of the waning winter, and it was the first time I saw snow closeby. Not much and I could not touch it from the bus, but still nice. It's funny, though, to see snow for the first...