Dearest Motorists and Moochers,
You should probably know that Aisha, Nyman, Sam, and I went on a road trip. And the road trip was in Morocco. Now, I don’t want you to writhe in the clutches of envy or anything, but there were some pretty excellent snacks in the car. Oh, and the views were okay too:
First thing is first: Aisha, you are a navigational (and just all-around) goddess — without you, we would never have made it out of Marrakech.
And for those of you at home who thought that Sam was nothing more than a pretty pair of eyes an an expertly-trimmed gingerbeard, you should be warned that he is a carbon-and-steel-cowboy to be reckoned with. On our first day, no less, he cruised us safely through the Tizi n’ Test pass. I was reading the Lonely Planet description to everyone as we were approaching the pass:
“with white knuckles and gritted teeth, you’ll have to admire the route to Taroudannt as it winds through the High Atlas, careens over the Tizi N’ Test at 2092m, then swoops down onto to the Souss plain. As if the road weren’t enough of an adventure, the weather is subject to sudden changes. Heavy clouds and mist often cut visibility to near zero at the top of the pass, and you might find your way blocked by snow in winter.”
–Needless to say, after the word ‘adventure,’ I announced and the weather there is mysteriously always sunny and clear, the road is expertly paved, and, really, at the end of the day, no danger is involved while crossing this extremely average pass, which is actually kind of boring to drive through.
In any case, thanks to Sam “Where is my Chauffeur Cap” Wilson, we made it through alive and well, suffering only minor carpal tunnel injuries from gripping the door handles so forcefully.
Other road trip highlights included: seeing goats in trees (photographic proof below); our day trip to Legzira beach; a gorgeous dinner in the seaside town of Sidi Ifni which involved camel steak and several bottles of Morocco’s finest (i.e. only) red; the many, many incredible valleys on the drive; and a stop in Essaouira on the way home, to find that the wind had finally died down, the weather was gorgeous, and nothing could have been better than sipping on iced tea in sombreros — everyone, even Nyman, was very happy.
Anyway, so that just about sums it up. Just pretend that you’re in a Dacia that you’ve named the White Knight, the windows are rolled down, “On the Road Again” is actually playing from the speakers, Sam is drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, Nyman is napping with his mouth slightly open, Aisha’s got the map out and is ready to navigate us to the ends of the earth if necessary, and the sun is warm on your face as you’re driven across one of the most diverse, incredible landscapes you have ever seen. Oh, and I’m sitting on your right, hogging all the snacks. Would you like a cookie?
From Morocco with love,