Day 8 (Continued) - Blogabond

From Asni I caught the back of a truck to Imlil -- that's the American Express part -- bumping around with seven or eight others up a dirt road, stopping and starting whenever anyone yelled out.

Imlil was much more interesting. Tiny, with several identical shops, a youth hostel, a cafe and a boulangerie. Here I found a guide, Omar, for the trip to Setti Fatima. (Toubkal appeared covered in snow, and I wasn't quite up to the climb).

I then hired a mule and rode up to Aroumd, the first village on the way to Toukbal. Pleasant enough, and my first true view of how the little villages dot the mountainsides.

Upon my return to Imlil, I discovered that I had been joined at the hostel by an English father/daughter team -- David, an accountant, and Browning (great name), a marketing student. They were quite nice, sharing their coffee and food, as I beat them badly at Scrabble. Later, two less friendly brits arrived.

written by

shoshtrvls on May 26, 1991 from Imlil, Morocco

from the travel blog: Morocco (1991)

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