I occasionally get told by people close to me that I have a “testa di Berber” which means as much as being a rather stubborn individual, and it is true. Of course it could also mean commitment to a cause, and that is to get as close as possible to Toubkal, however – by machine – as opposed to by foot or donkey.

Everybody needs to learn sometimes… 🙂

But we do make it to Lake d’Ifni, as a small consolation.

And this is what it looks like:

I can positively attest that from the south side, this is as close as you are going to get, perhaps a couple of hundred meters closer on something that resembles a donkey on wheels (KTM690).

We are rewarded with a  great picnic lunch in the gardens of Eden in this valley in which water does not seem to be in short supply, in stark contrast to the rest of the country.

Another particularity of this valley is the prevalence of beautiful doors:

We continue down the less spectacular roads to Tarouddant, which has a beautiful hotel outside the city and I decide to give Katherine a rest from her tough Berber existence.