Aremd, Toubkal National Park, Morocco
All “Top Ten’s” require some kind of physical activity. Skiing in Morocco was suggested. Sure!
It was only 42 degrees the day we went through Marrakesh. Surfing sounded a better option but it was unseasonably
windless and waveless in Essaouira, so that’s off the list too! What did we do then? Climb a jolly big yarma in the High
Atlas, that’s what…
Heading up & down and up & down... |
After leaving Ait Benhaddou, our little bus gamely tackled
the giddy heights of Tizi n Tichka Pass (lovingly referred to as Chicken Tika
at 2260m) before turning off into the Toubkal region to the town of Imlil (1740m). Here we mounted our sturdy mules (or walked)
45 mins uphill to the Gite Imin Tzikert, happily situated on the banks of a
seasonal river (snow melt, darlings!) at Aremd (1900m).
The mountains seemed to surround us, as did the muezzin’s evening call
to prayer as it circulated round valley mosques.
Our host, “Tagine” Hussain made us feel most
welcome with mint tea served on the terrace in full sight of North Africa’s
highest peak, Jebel Toubkal (4167m) only about a 10k stroll away. The family then
fed us grandly with olives, couscous, tagines, plenty of fresh bread and local
fruit. We needed our strength for the
trip up into the mountains to the Sidi Chamharouch Shrine (2350m) next morning.
There was movement at the station.....whoa there boy! |
We stopped to sip tea in the village near this tiny shrine, imaging ourselves to be the only foreigners in situ. The shrine building is quiet simple but majestic in its surrounds. The shrine itself within, is a large rock painted white. It is thought to be Marabout (pre-Islamic) in origin and is famous for its animal sacrifices intended to drive off bad djinns. Only Muslims are allowed over the stone bridge to visit the shrine.
Later, somewhat recovered, we made our way down to the Gite (lunch was
waiting), hurrying passed crowds struggling uphill in the heat. Refreshed we then made our way downhill to Imlil, passing
a woman singing the praises of Allah at the top of her voice as she bumped upwards
on her mule. We just wanted to see
Moulay and our mini bus – no more walking!! For a few hours at least.
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