24.09.2015 - 24.09.2015
Today was a very relaxed day. We left Fes for Midelt, driving towards Middle Atlas, with the passing landscape changing from towns to villages and then the occasional nomad camp. Often sheep, goats or cows lined the road whilst shepherds stood protectively nearby. The land of Morocco is dry, the bare mountains soaring to the skies with very few plants covering them, allowing you to see every detail of the rock and dirt. As we climbed higher, the land became greener until we were suddenly surrounded by trees. We drove into a skiing town and it felt like we were driving through the Swiss Alps. The architecture was very European, with large stone walls and steeply pointed roofs. There's quite a bit of snow here during the winter, with the town attracting a large number of mostly French skiers during ski season. We stopped for a break and then continued our way, eventually stopping in a forest known for monkey sightings. The monkeys have no tails and look extremely grumpy, especially if you happen to get too close to one of the babies. They all just laze around, waiting for tourists to hand them peanuts.
Back on the road again, the scenery slowly became dry again. We saw more nomad camps, with Moh explaining that they move south for winter and north into the mountains for summer, as it's cooler. The highest point we reached today was 2000m above sea level. After many hours, we reached Midelt, where the footpaths were lined with the carcasses of slaughtered sheep and blood ran down the gutters of the small alleyways. A macabre reminder of today being Eid Al Ada, the Islamic holiday I described previously. We drove to the outskirts of the town to an auberge, which had a beautiful panoramic view of the High Atlas. Once we'd settled in, we went for a walk to Berrm Gorge, a gorge-ous (thanks, Sam) area near the base of the mountains that floods during the raining season.
We finished the evening with dinner and card games.