Marrakech Diary: Through the Valley of thousand kasbahs ….

Our 4X4 sped east on N10 towards the desert.

N10 is a straight line of tar piercing the red countryside. We had left the dark clouds in the mountains. We were under a clear blue Moroccan sky with a few tufts of white clouds, enough to please the photographer in me. The temperature was very moderate and the cool wind gushing through the lowered windows carried away any remaining anxiety of the “aching desert heat”.

We passed through a few towns. A tight cluster of earth color buildings in the middle of nowhere. Quite and peaceful.

We stopped along side mountain passes, enjoying the sweeping views of oases, bedecked with lush green palm trees and grass.

We stopped at the Tundra Gorge for a walk along the river through the wadi bordered by 500 feet red cliffs.

But mostly we were on the road. We passed hundreds of kasbahs - some ruined, other still lived in - majestically soaking under the desert sun. We saw shepherds riding donkeys herding flock of sheep home. We tailgated huge trucks full of riff raff.

We were zipping at 100 miles an hour towards the desert line, racing the sun to the horizon.

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Rhea and Kabir ride “Sikander”

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