Rides bikes, paddles sea kayaks, takes pictures. Life on the road & my home in Cornwall.
via Tizi n’Tazazert…
It was a very definite sense of deja-vu. Not the first time I’d found myself sat by a fire beneath a wonderful starscape on a cold night on top of a mountain sharing a meal with a friendly Berber. That previous time, a few years ago, it was on top of the Tizi n’Test and I was on my way out of the High Atlas headed south to the Anti Atlas.. This time I was heading north towards the High Atlas and the pass was the Tizi n’Tazazert…
In the event my second forced day off in N’kob turned out to be no bad thing, around midday a big storm system moved in with torrential rain and almost non-stop thunder and lightening. It would not have been a fun thing to be caught on a bicycle on an exposed mountainside in such conditions. The morning I did leave however the storms had cleansed the air and put down the dust on the trail north out of N’kob. I was still feeling rubbish but dosed up with aspirin had the feeling that while riding mightn’t do me any good I was probably past the point at which it would have made things worse.. I’d always planned to take 2 days over the traverse of the Jebel Sahro with a high camp somewhere so loaded down with food and water figured I’d just trundle… to the extent that it is possible to trundle when climbing over a mountain range on a rough dirt track.
It was a truly spectacular journey…. although I am paying the price now here in Boumalne, still chesty and feeling absolutely destroyed… but well worth it. Rather than sling a load more words your way I’ll instead throw some pics at you, and then I can go back to sleep :-)
There. It is only 101km from N’Kob to Boumalne but a really rather good 101km. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m feeling somewhat knackered…. ’till next time :-)