Though Marrakech is only 200 kilometers from Ouarzazate, the bus ride takes almost four hours. The route takes us not just through the Atlas Mountains, but also up and down its side.
Through the High Atlas
One minute we were marveling at tr mountain, next thing we know, our bus is hugging its side. The view was spectacular: green valleys, autumn foliage in the river beds, snow capped peaks. The road was narrow though and zig zags through the mountain. As we take a rest stop after several hairpin curves, eating is the last thing on our minds (even if the guy manning the grill looks like Andrew Keegan).
We finally arrive in Marrakech, prepared for touts and chaos. We were worried for nothing it seems; it’s nothing a seasoned visitor to Quiapo and Divisoria can’t handle.
Photo by Cla Ines
Nice snapshot! looks like paradise!hehe Please follow my travel blog too http://tourorganizers.blogspot.com/ We have the same taste of travel destinations.
We seem to thrive in chaos, I owe my training as well to my regular pilgrim to Divi and Baclaran 😉