Week 4 in Morocco
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This week, discover the roads less travelled through some of Morocco’s back country and check out the unforgettable scenery as it changes regularly throughout our journey.
Day 22: Foum Zguid; Monday 18th Feb
We ventured out today along a ‘local’ Moroccan road with some trepidation. A recently purchased English map book of Morocco gives us some clues about what the roads ahead might be like. The options are yellow roads (motorways), red roads (national highways), green roads (regional highways), light yellow (local) roads or white tracks and paths. Having already experienced tracks in Erg Chebbi I think we’ll give those a miss wherever we can. Unfortunately, the map doesn’t go into enough detail to tell you whether the minor roads are sealed or a piste (unsealed) road so you really just have to make the best guess you can.
The stretch of local road between Tazenakht and Foum Zquid was the first long section of local road that we have set out upon.
The almost complete lack of any other cars is somewhat of a give away that we are no longer on the usual tourist route. We almost hold our breath as we turn off from the red R108 to the yellow R111. The road surpassed our expectations and while still being disconcertingly narrow in places and exhibiting a number of potholes and crumbling verges, it was surprisingly kind to us and the traffic non-existent. We passed through uneventfully and unscathed, phew!
We rolled into the Foum Zguid ‘Camping La Palmeraie” camping ground (GPS coordinates 30.0870 -6.8828) at about 3pm, eager to experience the family hospitality that reviewers on the “Park 4 Night” App raved about. We weren’t disappointed and before long Rashid, the owner, arrived greeting Alan with a handshake and me with a double hug (both sides). Rashid wanted to make us his special chicken tagine for dinner but we already had dinner sorted, and suggested that we will try one tomorrow perhaps. He has a garden, where the vegetables that go into his cooking are grown and offered for us to help ourselves. I just didn’t feel it was right to do so, as the locals have very little. Vegetables are so in-expensive here that we can buy what we need from virtually any local town we pass through.
A word of caution, do not drink the water from the camping ground as with a lot of the tap water around here, it may be ‘potable’, which means safe to drink, but it certainly didn’t taste good.
Alan had a rare treat of being allowed into Rashid’s kitchen to watch him prepare chicken tagines for the other campers this evening. The hygiene standards leave a lot to be desired but at least we know everything will be cooking for quite a while so any bugs will be well done along with the meat.
Cooking Facilities In Camping Ground
Day 23: Foum Zguid; Tuesday 19th Feb
Today was spring cleaning day for Betsy; after being in Morocco for a few weeks, and especially out in the desert, there’s dust and sand in every nook and cranny and a fine layer on every surface. After several hours of hard slog, the inside looks shiny and new again, and while it will need to be cleaned again this might help to keep my asthma at bay.
Rashid was very friendly and brought all of the campers two small loaves of hot Moroccan bread every morning which is a lovely treat.
Have we mentioned before that virtually every other motorhome you see in Morocco is French and that very few French speak English? Well, this certainly is the case so we were happy to see a German motorhome pull up with a young couple, Anna and Miko. We were grateful for the opportunity to converse with other people willing and able to speak English.
Tonight we tucked into Rashid’s special goat tagine at 150 dirhams (€15 or $NZD23) and I was rather impressed with the taste of goat. We will definitely have that again but next time, we will be cooking it ourselves.
When in Morocco be prepared to be asked for all manner of things. So far we’ve been asked for aspirin, tissues, t-shirts, shoes, pants, bonbons (sweets), money and wine. I wonder what will be next? (Spoiler for next week, beer!)
Tip: Consider bringing along some low-cost wine that you don’t mind giving away. Although you can always say ‘no’ you do sometimes form a sort of relationship with the locals when you spend time with them and having a ‘gift’ bottle or two on board can help preserve your limited stocks of your favourite tipple and make you out to be the good guys.
Day 24: Tata; Wednesday 20th Feb
The N2 National Highway to Tata was very quiet. We had just one car pass us on the whole 140km stretch. It’s strange that while the landscape on one hand appears bleak and barren, it is also beautiful and constantly changing as we travel through it. Alan just had to pull over a few times and take some more photos of rocks, sand, and mountains.
Stunning Desert Landscapes
A Berber Home In The Middle of Nowhere
Although Tata is a reasonably sized town, if you expected to find a decent sized supermarket, you would be sorely disappointed. Instead, there are lots of small shops which seems to have their own niche items. We went to four different shops to buy typical grocery items that we’d expect to pick up from just one supermarket. Not in Tata, but all part of the experience and the fun with plenty of time on our hands.
Purchasing fresh vegetables in Morocco is an education in itself. You collect a bucket, walk around and place the goodies in your bucket, then take it to the greengrocer for him to price. He takes out anything that has its own higher pricing, in our case strawberries and avocado, then weighs everything else which shares the one price.
Morocco is the original home of spices. Leave yours behind when you visit here as there is everything you’ll need, and more. Make sure you purchase some Ras El Hanout, which is a blend of anywhere between 5 and 45 different spices! Everyone has their own recipe and you won’t be disappointed as they are all delicious. My favourite is a 44 spice mix we purchased in Erg Chebbi.
Bulk Bins House Dried Fruit, Grains, & Spices
Day 25: Tata; Thursday 21 Feb
Today was a lazy day, chatting with Peter and Carmel, our English camping neighbours and fellow intrepid Morocco adventurers. Swapping stories and experiences is always entertaining and this took most of the day. They had come from the west coast where we are headed, and they were going to where we had been so we could exchange information about what to see, and where to go and stay.
We were soon blessed with lovely German neighbours on the other side of us and Helga speaks good English. We shared stories and discovered we are likely to be visiting Poland at the same time later this year so make plans to stay in touch.
To the right of the camping ground was an old, almost abandoned looking settlement built on top of a hill which looked interesting. We took off on bikes to explore however after cycling up a rough track and through the walls, we soon realised that there were people living here and it wasn’t really appropriate for tourists to be wandering around wielding their cameras. As is typical of many old towns, the vacant buildings are left to decay into ruins while newer ones sprout up on any spare land. It is often hard to tell what is abandoned and what is occupied! The people still greeted us with warm smiles and a polite bonjour but we didn’t want to intrude further and left soon after.
We always like to taste the local food and had to try what looked, and tasted like donuts being deep fried by a street vendor in a huge wok of smoking oil. In fact, I’d call them donuts for lack of another name, except they’re called Sfenj. I came across a recipe (below) if you’d like to try to make them for yourself. Sfenj is an unsweetened, airy and fluffy donut. It is chewy on the inside and crisp on the outside. It has an interesting yeasty and delicate taste and is unsweetened so can be eaten with savoury or sweets. There is usually a big bowl of sugar beside the frying wok so those with a sweet tooth can dip them in for extra sugar hit.
Day 26: Icht; Friday 22 Feb
Driving from Tata to Icht the roads were empty of any traffic to speak of and the landscape stoney, harsh, dry, and brown. Grass just doesn’t exist in such barren countryside and nothing on legs seems able to survive except the odd donkey picking away at withered up weeds and thorns. The few towns or villages we came across had only a handful of people wandering around. As usual, some school children gave us big smiles and energetic waves and got excited when we gave them a big two-handed wave back.
The mountains here have changed appearance from those nearer the Sahara. They are devoid of any vegetation or trees. The only thing we see is rocks and more rocks in different shades of browns with a spattering of hardy straggly trees and bushes. Occasionally we spot an oasis where the groundwater has ventured close enough to the surface to be exploited by a patch of green palm trees, possibly date palms but it’s hard to tell because apparently we’re out of season for dates (try October).
The camping ground that welcomed us this evening was Camping Borj Biramane, Icht (GPS Coordinates 29.05974, -8.85385). It’s one of the better camping grounds we have been at, due to actually having toilet paper, soap and even a hand towel to dry hands! This is the FIRST time in Morocco to come across all three in the one location, ah bliss. Plus their showers are hot with a hanging shower rose, double bliss!
Alan cycled into the small township of Icht with his camera to capture some of the local images then rose early the next morning to catch the desert scene at first light. Once again, Morocco delights with it own particular brand of simple beauty.
TIP: Bring with you a good quality lip moisturiser and a skin moisturiser because the dry air can play havoc with your skin.
TOP TIP: Make sure you wear footwear at all times as picking up a thorn in your foot can hurt for days, as I can testify to!
We were told (and I’ve since verified it as being true) that you can get rabies from cats, (albeit this is very uncommon) and given I like to feed and pat them, I am devastated to learn this. It was reported to us that an English lady died of rabies caught from a cat and this could result from a scratch, bite or even a lick! Cats are now sadly off limits to us. :-( . It is recommended to have a rabies vaccination before coming to Morocco but even with that in your system, you still need to have at least two additional injections if you think you have been exposed to the disease.
A friendly local guide knocked on our door to offer a two and a half hour walking tour, for 30 dirhams (€3 or NZ$4.60), to visit the local village, the mosque and museum and see the caves where the villages would hide out in times of war. We declined this time but have
Day 27: Guelmim; Saturday 23 Feb & Day 28: Sunday 24 Feb
The first part of the N12 road from Icht to Guelmim hardly qualifies as a National Highway and is a narrow one-lane tar sealed road with no shoulder to speak of. The
We had been advised to keep our wing mirror folded in on narrow, windy roads to protect it from being damaged by on-coming traffic. This was the first time we heeded that advice as we didn’t want to lose our wing mirror as happened to some friends of ours the week before (thanks to a truck not keeping to his side of the road).
This road would have to be one of the least impressive that we’ve
To be fair to Morocco the majority of roads we’ve encountered have been better than expected. Roadworks are everywhere and it’s easy to see they are trying their best to improve the state of the roads Morocco wide.
Our free stopping point tonight in Guelmim was outside the Marjane Supermarket (GPS coordinates 28.96757, -10.03258). The actual parking area is nothing more than gravel and wasteland but has the benefit of being near a fairly new shopping centre which mainly houses a large supermarket jammed packed with everything one has been dreaming about but couldn’t previously find, e.g. ice creams.
The majority of motorhomes around us tonight are French. Did we tell you that they travel in groups or packs of four or five vans? Safety in numbers I guess but at no time have we feel unsafe. That being said we are employing the usual safety precautions, the main one being to stay at camping grounds. When there is an opportunity for wild camping we play it safe and follow our rules.
We sat here for a couple of days catching up on administrative paperwork and emails, so I won’t bore you with the details.
One of the highlights of the week was the opportunity to soak up the sights, sounds and smells of the very traditional feeling Guelmim town centre. Modern cars jostled for space on the narrow roads with donkeys and carts piled high carrying all types of fruit and veges, or second, third or even fourth hand bits and pieces of every imaginable household items. Those not fortunate enough to have a donkey had to push their carts around by hand and those without carts just sat on the footpath to sell whatever they had to offer.
The moving flashes of bright colour were the local women wearing the traditional melhafa outfits which are prevalent in the southern Moroccan and Western Sahara regions. The gorgeous colours are a refreshing change from the drabber outfits of the eastern and northern areas and it seemed as if every woman was wearing different colours or patterns.
Costs for Weeks 1 – 4
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Join us next week when we meet a local Moroccan Man who takes us under his wing and shows us another side of Morocco.