Riding around with Peter is like going to adult Disney World ... The rides are exciting and sometimes scary but you somehow know in the back of your mind you won't die. (Ha- ahahaha insert nervous laughter here).
He has been driving these "roads" for about 30 years tracking each trek with a gps creating a spiderweb of trails across Southern Morocco. Seeing it in real life is impressive. He knows where he is going although there are no roads. Vast nothingness leads into a village in the middle of nowhere where you honestly believe time has forgotten.
Now going into this, we had no idea what to expect. No idea what we'd see. No idea what we'd eat. No idea where we'd sleep. The brochure is a referral from a friend, a Facebook introduction, a promise that we'd have a good time and get an inside look at Moroccan life with no hassles.
A perk of our trek is that all food is provided. And on a Trek that's 6 days long you have to stop at local "lunch spots" along the way. Sometimes it's at a picnic. Sometimes it's a little roadside stand. Sometimes you literally give a family money to share their dinner with you. And sometimes you are simply invited to join. For food options you get what you get. So we pull over for lunch #1 of the entire journey. It's a roadside cafe of sorts - a lone shack on top of a mountain pass. And sitting outside on a shelf - marinating in flies and sunshine is possibly lunch???
Add a little marshmellow fluff and it's right up Brian's alley.
From, on Sep 15, 2013 at 05:44PM
Brian said he does LOVE marshmallow but Nutella would be better with goat 9x out of 10.
From, on Sep 15, 2013 at 06:07PM
Night 1 : Was spent in Peter's mountain house. A camp to us, but already starting our trek off in a very cool way. He and Zineb found the house on one of their treks, met the local man who owned it and they bought it. They did a little work to it, added a proper bathroom and now use it for little getaways or when Peter takes guys out on week long motorbike tours (his main bread and butter).
So Dinner #1 went well considering the massive language barrier. Peter knows a little Berber (the indigenous language of north Africa) so we had a little info. We had "app's" in the living room. A lovely plate of fruit from their orchard as a nice snack. Then they brought out homemade butter (best ever), fresh warm bread and cheese.
Dinner #2 was ... How should I say....entertaining (especially for Brian). He got a front row seat to the Marisha show which was nothing short of a very bad episode of National geographic. The woman of the house, her sister and daughter just couldn't get enough of me. First they kept pointing at my hair. Then giggling at my braids. Then they scarfed me up. They dressed me up. Then eyelinered me up which is a massive black line under my eye... Me praying the whole time it wasn't henna (for thise of you that done know, henna lasts months). We also weren't sure if this meant I was marrying the village goat herder because it seemed a big deal. Peters Berber doesn't go much past "please", "thank you" and "cheese". In all seriousness though, it was a huge honor to be invited to a feast of food where these people seem to have nothing (except cell phones, everyone on the planet does have a cell phone).
wtf...just one pic of the morisha show. - From, on Sep 15, 2013 at 05:44PM
That is awesome! PS- I am not on the blog email:( Mel forwarded me the link, now I am loving the pics! From, on Sep 16, 2013 at 02:08AM
So after a night of lets dress up Marisha and sting her eyeballs out with liquid acid we slept at Peter's cabin where I took a horrifying trip to the outdoor bathroom in the black of night. In the morning we hit the road again even higher into the Atlas Mountains. The scenery was incredible.
So on we went onward on day 2 with a primary destination in mind (tire repair shop). Now that our back tire needed a patch and after inspecting the goiter -bubble-tire on our overnight layover - Peter decided it needs attention. It's frightening - wait until you see......