I decided to drive North and followed a recommendation from the owner of the Ocean Dunes campsite to aim for Azdour. It was about 350km, and at a kind of crossroads between Meknes, Fes, and the mid Atlas mountains.
Before I left I got a shot of the product that’s (so far) fixed my engine water leak 🙂 this is as far south from home I get for now so seemed like an opportune moment. I can’t express how much of saver this was 6 weeks ago! Google maps says I am 3400km from home. I feel like I on tender hooks waiting for something to happen but also know whatever happens it will also work itself out.
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This is as from home as I get for now, so took the opportune moment to take the shot of the product that fixed my van 24 hours before leaving. If it holds together I will write a glowing report to the makers! #travel #vanlife #campervan #desert #merzouga #prestone #longwayfromhome
The drive took me through parched desert plains, poor villages, river gorges and then into the middle Atlas mountains. I was amazed at how the landscape kept changing.
I saw nomadic farmers on the lower plains of the mountain. The lands looked so green and fertile compared to where I have come from and I loved the contrast to the desert. Massively refreshing.
I stopped to subtly eat some food on the road side and a tractor chugged past slowly, the driver and co pilot, both with massive smiles, tipped their hats at me. Maybe you had to be there, but it was a good moment and snapshot in time that stuck with me.
After lucking into a shaded campsite I took some time to unwind and relax before I get into my last few days in Morocco, realising this is the last few days in Morocco I wanted to be refreshed and really appreciate it.
However, writing this I realise I can’t stay here relaxing any longer.
I have just eaten the last of my food for breakfast….black coffee (have no milk), and a tin of Sardines….