wipe from the market of Bab Doukkala doversolo without rain, the road diacquista the air of true market, frequented only by the Moroccans, their chicken and donkey carts. The Moroccan donkey is APEC.
to hire all ok, we struggle a bit to find it, but they are polite, we call for the guard of the guys' n'tichka to verify that the road is open. give us a 206. Unfortunately, the cigarette lighter does not work and the GPS dies after thirty miles, still enough to drive out of town and on the right track.
the atlas is spectacular even with the rain, especially the north side. valleys dortuose with rocks of all colors, and vegetable gardens and houses near the River. bends to inmezzo roce delolate and scosese to step up to 2200 m. we stopped for lunch at a random place, where we eat good lamb skewers and hand-cut french fries, vegetables and onions with saffron and orange and banana with cinnamon.
this place should be appointed on the lonely ...
to Ouarzazte is a large valley that recalls the valley of death with Ouad that flooded the road at every turn.
ouarzazate to the hotel is a bit 'out of town but very nice, the rooms are closed by latches and locks. we have dinner at a French restaurant, expensive for the standard Moroccan, but really great and especially with a few bottles of wine. I've tasted the camel, good if a little 'stringy, and a leg of lamb glazed with duck fat, phenomenal.
the small market of Ouarzazate is very contrary to marrakech. there is no tourism, no one pulls you shouting at his booth at last we can relax by turning to the stalls.
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