By Matt D’Arcy

 

 

 

Part 3

Susan’s next e-mail was dated January 22 2012, and she reported:

“Our excursions since our last message are better than fantastic.

“Again we were sorry to leave such lovely hospitality; we leave with two rugs made by local ladies.

“We now have a long drive to Beni Mellal. It takes us all day as the roads are so terrible we average only 30km an hour. We pass through dramatic scenery and more very poor villages, often ‘off piste’ (no real road).

“When we arrive in Beni Mellal we decide to stay and have dinner in a roadside café, and they let us camp free. We have really only come here for supplies before re-visiting the Atlas.

“And wonder of wonders, a French supermarket is here, so we stock up on wine, gin and goodies. At 12 noon only on Saturday there are just two cars in the car park at the supermarket and about six customers inside.

“No wonder Tesco aren’t here.

“We get the van washed and off we go, en route for Bin-el-Ouidane, a nice wiggly drive. We find a nice camp site, cold showers of course but the French proprietor lets us go into his house and shower—so long as we do it together. Typical French!

“We have a quiet night, just us and a Swiss couple and next morning we go looking for caves. Walk about 5 miles and find the caves, and find they are caves people used to live in.

“We are on the banks of the largest reservoir in Morocco and when it was built around 1950, flooding the valley the cave dwellers had to move. So the only way to the caves now is by kayak.

“Back on the road after a nice day of walking we arrive at Cascades d’ Ouzoud where we check into a nice campsite, great showers and toilets. You get obsessed with the toilets, if we meet anyone, which is rare, it is the main topic of conversation, and these are the best since leaving Tavira in Portugal.”

On the following day Susan and Brian head for the nearby waterfalls, hoping to see some Barbary Apes.

Susan reported: “The Great Waterfall drops 450ft.There is not such a lot of water but it is very dramatic. We get away from the few Moroccan tourists here and go to the other side of the gorge and sure enough a family of apes approaches.

“They are really old African primates, a whole family all taking an interest in Sophie; mum, dad, and two babies. We get so close and get some lovely pictures.

“Next morning we head for Demnate and then Imi-N-If rim to see the biggest stone bridge in North Africa. It is a huge cave collapse, and two roads run over the top of it.

“We both go down the approach, which is about 200 steps, but the river is too slippery for me, so Sofie and I return to the top and down the other side to see Brian emerge from the Arch, which is massive.”

After this experience Susan and Brian then had a six-hour drive to Skoura, taking them over the High Atlas for the second time.

Susan recalled: “The scenery is fantastic, but the same can’t be said of the roads and it takes us the six hours to drive 60 miles. It was a gruelling drive but really worth it through deep ravines and high mountains, passing beneath one of the highest peaks, at 13,000 ft.

“We go from almond groves, to shale and then black limestone before arriving once again in the scrub desert. For about 20 miles on the topmost passes we see no houses or people.

“Brian has seen the mountain weather is changing so we have to get over before the snow and he is right! The next day sees it snowing heavily and we can see it from Skoura in the desert.

“The next morning we experience our first sandstorm and it is so cold, we walk around a local palmery absolutely frozen, and visit about 10 old Kasbahs, some dating back to the 16th century.

“We stay put here for 2 days sheltering in the motorhome from the cold. It makes us think about peoples’ myths about Morocco.

“We have never felt threatened or unsafe even at night and we leave the van here in all sorts of places which we would never do in Spain, knowing it will be safe.”

When they renew their journey Susan and Brian arrive in Ouarzate a small but upmarket town,

Said Susan: “We have one day walking around and buy another carpet, then we continue on to Ait-Ben-Haddou.

“This is Ridley Scott the film director’s favourite location. Any film requiring a medieval or Biblical-type scene, like Jerusalem, is filmed here; Gladiator, Jesus of Nazareth etc., as Israel no longer has places like this.

“But how sad is it that people are still living here in almost the same conditions as their ancestors, two millennia in the past.

“Yet people here live a long time. They drink no alcohol and there are no chemicals or additives in food. In the countryside it is not unusual for men to live to 110, 120.

“We expected this place to be very touristy which I imagine it is in summer. But now it is not so bad and we have encountered just a couple of Italian tour groups.

“After our visit we decide to head up to Telouet. We leave at 2pm to do 28 miles but at 6pm we are still eight miles short, and the road disintegrates into a mess of rubble. We have to turn around and return the way we have come.

“We park outside a remote guesthouse for the night. The owner takes us in for tea and almonds he tells us they have only had a tarmac road for a year and the villages here have no water or power in the houses.

“But the Gorges here are fantastic and seeing the villages miles from anywhere with only foot access is just amazing.

“Next morning we go for a walk with Sofie into one of these villages and a young couple come to talk to us. They are laughing and interested in Sophie and an old lady arrives carrying a day-old calf.

“They take us to their home where the whole family comes to see us. They take us into their salon a room with three carpets, a plastic table with two seats from the rear of a car, which we are shown to.

“There are no windows and no electric, the room solely with natural light from the door.

“The house is above three stables housing four cows and their calves. They show us the kitchen, which is a stove on the floor, and that’s it—no running water, no toilet.

“But they make us tea and are so welcoming, so hospitable. They ask us to take their pictures and give us an address in a town 30 miles away to send them to.

“We have a great two hours with them laughing and joking all in French.

“When we leave the mother, who is lovely, gives us a bag of shelled almonds weighing about 1 kilo.

“As these cost about £8 a kilo here we find this very emotional that a family who have no material possession whatsoever will share with us. As we leave they all say goodbye and wish us well.

“We ask their daughter to come to the van and we give her some fleeces and old leather trainers of mine. She is overwhelmed. The only thing the girl asks me for is an orange—very moving.

We leave our e-mail address so that one day they may be able to contact us, before we are on our way again heading due south to Tazenkht.

Susan’s next e-mail was dated February 25 2012, and she reported:

“We are back home in Portugal. Are we enjoying being back? YES. Very much!

How could we not be happy to be home? After seeing the Atlantic Coast in Morocco there is no contest.

“Brian and I still maintain that this Coast (our coast) is the best in Europe.  “Let’s fly the flag for Vale Da Telha and our fabulous beaches!”

Sue’s final report on the last stages of their Arabian Nights adventure begins:

“After leaving the Middle Atlas we headed for Khenifa where there are more waterfalls at the Source –de-I’oum-er-Riba. It is nice and quiet, just a few local children.

“I make them cheese sandwiches and they are so grateful, and we also donate Sophie’s tennis ball as they only have a plastic bottle to play with.

“After a walk we set off to Ain Leuh but for the second time this holiday we have to retrace our steps, this time because of snow.

“We have to detour 40 miles and at one point Brian tried reversing up a hill but no go.

“So back we go and finish up in Azrou—blimey was it cold!

“We wanted to see the town but as it was -1 at 5pm we decide to sit tight and keep warm.

“Next morning we set off for Ifrane, which is about 5 miles from Mischliffen, the main ski area for the Middle Atlas Mountains but we don’t make it due to the snow.

“Ifrane is weird, very un-Moroccan, a town of pavements, fountains, no rubbish—just bizarre. There are lots of Moroccans day tripping to see the snow.

“We continue to El Haheb and on to Meknes, but on the way through we see lots of activity on the edge of the town with hundreds of people gathering on the edge of a large green area.

“When we investigate we are told it is a ‘Fantasia’, an exhibition of horses, all dressed in either Arab colours, red, or green for Berbers, whilst the riders carry flintlock muskets.

“About 20 horses race in a line, and at the end of the chase the riders all fire the rifles. There were hundreds of horses and riders racing in lines about every eight minutes. We couldn’t work out the ceremony but the crowd loved it.”

After they enjoyed this uniquely local event, Susan and Brian camped near Meknes, before heading for Moulay Bousselham a small town next to a lagoon on the Atlantic coast.

Susan wrote: “We see thousands of flamingos heading north as arrive at this pleasant small town with a good beach and great outside fish market.

“We wake to cloudy skies, so we head north for Larache a larger town, take a look around and move on up country to Ichmil.

“Here, we camp at the Port, a nice walled town with no hassle. We find Moroccan-style fish and chips, but how we could have done with a beer to wash it down!

“Finally, the next morning, with no plans as usual, we turn to each other and say, ‘let’s go home’.

“We both felt it at was time—the North had nothing for us and with hindsight we should have stayed in the southern desert area a lot longer.

“But there is always another year.

“So, we head for Ceuta and our return ferry, land in Spain and head quickly for Portugal, spending a pleasant night in Tavira at one of our favourite Indian Restaurants with lots of cold beer and a bottle of Touriga National Ermalinda wine.

“It’s great to be home.”

Susan’s Summary…

“We have had a truly memorable time, made even better by the people we met, the truly magnificent scenery and the diversity of Morocco—sand, snow, heat and cold.

“Largely Morocco has no infrastructure and no education so big problems are being stored for the future.

“To see the real Morocco it is always necessary to be at least two hours’ drive from tourist areas.  Eventually, we stopped looking at our Rough Guide and only visited towns not in a guide books.

“This country is changing fast and the government hope to have everyone connected to the mains electricity within two years. Even in the desert drilling rigs were everywhere, towns have grants to help them provide water for growing so they can feed themselves better.

“We visited many rural villages and towns with no running water, no sewerage who have just got electricity and now want satellite TV!

“You see satellite dishes appearing in the most remote areas.

“Teenagers in the north all wear western clothes and in the south second hand clothes markets are everywhere. Secondhand anything is big business for all the poorer people.

“With the TV and visitors youngsters see what we in Europe have and naturally they want it too.  What as a nation they don’t want is to change is their mental, mind-set.

“We feel that Muslims and the Koran are not compatible with the 21st Century.

“Women in rural towns (Berbers) are not permitted by their husbands to work in case they come in contact with another man in the workplace, so all jobs are done by men.

“Women are responsible for children, gardens, household chores, making bread and collecting wood.  This is changing in the cities, but slowly.

“So that’s it. I wrote every day in my diary about our experiences, and have much more. So if you want to know anything, just ask.”

 

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