I’m back from my trek up Mount Toubkal in the Atlas moutains in Morocco! It’s a week now since I’ve been back and to be honest, I’ve needed that time to recover, before spilling the beans so to speak! The challenge was certainly that, an extremely demanding challenge on many levels - dealing with travelling to Africa and then getting used to a completely different culture. The rigorous physical endeavours our group of 14 encountered were not for the faint hearted and then there was the heat during the day when walking, and the cold at night. The food was how shall I say, interesting, and last but not least there was the much anticipated altitude sickness.
Left Devon on day one on the 6.20am train to Gatwick. Met everyone at the airport, did a quick bit of shopping , needed a sun hat etc. Flight left at 1pm and arrived in Marrakech four hours later. There were 14 of us including our 48 year old Global Adventures guide Teri. Seven of us were walking to raise money for Rainbow Trust Children’s Charity and the rest were split between a few other charities which I’ll try and tell you about another day, as everyone was walking for something they really believed in. There are some interesting stories.

Atlas Blue flight from London to Marrakech was ok, pretty tatty plane and terribly bumpy landing. It was really warm and once we’d filled in the paperwork at Marrakech airport, we were on our way to the Hotel Borj. Some of the group had a quick dip in the pool then we packed our day bags for the weekend’s walk. We spent a couple of hours in the market square - Djemaa el Fna - one of the busiest squares in the world.

We popped into the souk for an hour to look at the jewellery and pottery mainly. We were being hassled a fair bit but it all seemed quite fun until I asked the price of some kids clothes. The market trader was really really aggressive and wouldn’t give up. It wasn’t very nice at all, and didn’t do much to endear me to the pink city on the first day.

We ate out in the square, and the veggie options were limited, so I has a really boring plain pasta penne with cheese. Most of the others had tagine and this is Taale and Catherine (who I shared a room with) below. Catherine (at the back) is a fellow north easterner living in Seaford of all places, I lived there for 5 years! Taale (at the front) is a German student studying in Birmingham and she was walking for Conductive Education.

We walked back to the hotel after dinner past allsorts of activity. As it was Ramadan, and everyone had been fasting all day, the evening was a bit more crazy than usual, with everyone letting their hair down.
