The border between the English enclave of Ceuta on the Africa (where the ferry from Algeciras port) and Morocco is a swarm of thousands of people, taxis, trucks, mules and various other creatures. We are approached by a guide who looks with his robe and hood really adventurous, a fact underlined by his wild beard. But can the man but the Swiss word "Chuchikäschtli" (High German: kitchen cabinet) to express properly, as soon as he caught sight of our Swiss number plate. He yells so that one word about 10 times in our ears, which he actually seems trustworthy, so we trust him and he to us within 15 minutes through passport control, car registration and customs towed (for a small fee, of course).
Then it goes quickly towards the south: Tetouan, Rabat, Casablanca. We cross the foothills of the Rif Mountains and look out for cannabis plants on the left and right of the road. Allegedly, the Rif Mountains still home to one of the world's largest hashish producing areas. Along the way but only strawberries, oranges and chicken are offered for sale. The journey is pretty spectacular, because the highways are perfectly developed. Remarkably, only a huge supermarket in Rabat, which can compete with any European mega shopping mall - including Pizzahut, McDonalds and Co.
With the arrival in Marrakech, we have achieved a first important milestone. On the way the landscape changes gradually from green flat farmland to rolling stone desert. The road is narrow and we are slowly getting used to the daring overtaking Moroccan drivers who like to come in front of tight corners and hills are used. A friendly motorbike driver then takes us through the bustle of the city of Marrakech. We come in for a surprise out more. 15 years ago that we visited as backpackers this city the last time. Meanwhile, almost everything is new. Fantastic hotel complexes lining the wide boulevards of the New Town, across palm-fringed squares and roads. The wall to the medina has been recently renovated. In this city seems to be a small economic miracle to have taken place in recent years. We continue south and roosts us into a small, traditional Guest House complex, its walls made of mud and straw are created. The "rooms" are virtually small traditional Berber houses. The food can be served in tents. to sip not a bad feeling after five hours of dusty road, a sweet Moroccan mint tea in the garden of the property. The name of this is highly recommended Maison d'Hotes Jnane Leila : For all interested travelers. It is circa 6 km südlich von Marrakech an der Straße zum legendären Tal von Ourika.
In den nächsten Tagen werden wir in die Märkte Marrakechs eintauchen und mit dem Landi den Hohen Atlas erkunden – unter anderem das besagte Tal von Ourika.
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