REDOUANE SAID THAT THERE HADN’T BEEN MUCH SNOW THIS WINTER. THE SKI SEASON NEVER REALLY GOT STARTED. AND YET, WHENEVER THE ROADS TURNED SOUTH WE WOULD SEE THE MAGNIFICENT SNOW-CAPPED PEAKS OF THE HIGH ATLAS MOUNTAINS ON THE HORIZON. MAYBE IT WASN’T ENOUGH TO SKI, BUT IT TOOK OUR BREATH AWAY EVERY TIME.
WE RODE IN THE ATLAS MOUNTAINS FOR FIVE DAYS. OUR AIM WAS TO CONNECT AND RIDE TOGETHER AS A TEAM, AND TO EXPLORE NEW AND CHALLENGING TERRAIN. IF YOU LOOKED AT A MAP, WE WERE ONLY EVER AN HOUR’S DRIVE SOUTH OF THE CHAOS OF MARRAKESH, WITH ITS MEDINA FULL OF PEOPLE AND NOISE, OF MUSIC AND SPICES AND SNAKE CHARMERS AND MONKEYS WITH DYED FUR, AND EVEN A MAN SELLING FALSE TEETH FROM A PICNIC TABLE. BUT JUST OUTSIDE THE CITY WE WERE PLUNGED INTO DAYS OF COMPLETE ISOLATION, HOURS OF RIDING ON EMPTY DIRT ROADS THAT CUT AND WOUND THEIR WAY THROUGH THAT BREATHTAKING LANDSCAPE.
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