Dadès

More wild driving today - northeast to the Gorges du Dadès. It’s 133km each way, so over 4 hrs in the car altogether.

It was well worth it. Stunning scenery again - the desert and the High Atlas (with some snow on the summits) in the background. The gorge is amazing too.

Dadès

I had time for lunch in the hotel restaurant at the summit of the pass - outside in the sun yet again. I tried omelette Bèrbère for the first time - they cook it in a tagine and it is served spitting hot. They add an egg or two at the end, and leave them lightly cooked, so you can stick your bread into the soft yolk. It was delicious.

Four kinds of olives came with it - black, green yellow and pink. I’m becoming an olive addict.

I’ve adapted quite a bit to the local driving style, and taxi drivers trying to park in my boot while doing 100kph (70mph) no longer bother me. Donkeys have more road sense than their riders, I’ve discovered. Goats are less predictable than Scottish sheep - a sheep is 90% likely to jump in front of you after you see it beside the road. With goats it’s 50/50. I even saw a camel on the verge today - untethered, so wild or a runaway I guess.   

I’m spoiled for choice again when it comes to Blipping - and I ran out of Extras a few weeks ago, so a choice always has to be made. I ended up going for the lunch. I had no idea what to expect and it turned out really well. Fortune rewards the brave... sometimes.