Idea to travelling alone through Morocco has born one day when I was laying in my bed with my girlfriend .
We were talkin’ about meaning of Life or anything…..thus, three months later there I was there, to haggle over the price of the additional insurance that the Moroccan car rental companies trying to sell you as soon as you land in Muslim soil.
The first city of my travel schedule was Marrakech. Colors and smells. I can sum it up as well. Most of the people who came in and he described as a fun city and charming, but I found only people and scoundrels ready to sell you anything… a city for ripping off tourists.
That being said I go leaving me back the “civilization” to push me inside. Passed the Tizi n ‘Tichka, the Alpine pass bordering the great Atlas, I continued towards the Ksar of Ait Ben Hadou, considered by Unesco World Heritage. It’s a citadel in pure Moroccan style, where the caravans coming from the Sahara, were finding rest before arriving in Marrakech. Now it is almost uninhabited, except the little shops of Berber carpets and talismans scattered among its paths.
Certainly the thing I will always remember about this place was the hotel where I stayed in front of the old Ksar, during my birthday, alone. Between a word and the other for dinner, three girls, one Italian, one French and one German invited me to their table, which soon discovered what day it was, they offered a drink their one bottle of wine brought from France … we spent the evening talking about desert, starry nights and Bedouins.
The next day I greeted them at breakfast, knowing that our paths would cross more. So in the car again, this time, on the advice of my friend Fabio, I went in the same guesthouse where three days earlier had housed him. I’m just saying to 3 km there was one of the nicest road I’ve seen so far.
I was in Boumalne Dades about 1500 meters above sea level. I didn’t visit the famous Dades Gorge off a few miles, considered by my local guide “touristic” for a guy like me. And so among flower gardens and red-coloured mountains the Guide took me to visit the caves inhabited by the last nomads of Morocco, an endangered breed. The ancestors of these nomads fought with pride the French advance during the colonies, but eventually succumbed. Here I was able to try the real the nomads in their cave, made with herbs gathered on their mountains.
An experience nothing short of amazing. Two days spent in Boumalnes, where I met the friends and family of my guide, a delightful person, as well as many other known during my stay in this extraordinary land.
Last leg of the journey: Merzouga … the last human outpost before the great Sahara desert where the only inhabitants are Scorpions, snakes and Bedouins.
When you stand in front of those mountains of sand hundreds of metres high, you wonder if it really is quite real.
See the sun setting, eating together with the Berbers, dancing in their tent, waking up and seeing the dunes to change color at sunrise
… gentlemen, it’s an experience that I recommend to everyone at least once in their lives.