Our two days in Imlil were spent sunbathing (burning) on our balcony, soaking in our incredible view, and scrambling up the mountainside to follow the river up to find waterfalls. We stumbled across a rickety café clinging on to the rock above the water, where we stopped for fresh orange juice and a beautiful view of the valley before continuing our clamber. Paddling in the icy water, which runs off the snowy mountain tops, made the climb worth the effort. The amazing three course meals at our riad might have also provided some encouragement…
We set out in the morning towards Ait Ben Haddou, our halfway point before reaching the desert. The seven hour drive (we took diversions – some on purpose) was a nerve wracking mix of hanging on to the cliff edge by the skin of our tyres, and involuntarily playing dodgems with the Moroccans. We also got pulled over by the police, but managed to change our ‘speeding’ fine down from £70 to £20 with some friendly banter, the surprise of a female driver, and an attempted trade for a Devon library card.
After driving through a river and nearly turning down a bandit road we made it to our hotel before night, with time to dip our feet in the pool, soak in the incredible sunset, and have another tagine.
We left for the desert the next morning, and finally arrived at 11:30 last night, after 12 hours of precarious driving… But that’s a story for next time.