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The Joys of Camping

Delicate cloud in the Alpujarra

The Chaima – Big Tent

Sometimes there’s no other way to get to those off-the-beaten-track places.  Sometimes there’s just no substitute for sitting out under the stars, on a hand-made stool, by a wood fire, eating fresh-baked bread and listening to the muleteers or cameliers singing call and response songs accompanied by a motley assortment of improvised percussion instruments.  (“Where did my big soup pot go?!”, shouts the cook, Samir – “and where’s the big washing up bowl and my best wooden spoon, for goodness sake?”

Yup, sometimes you’ve just got to let go of fear of insects, face your apparently dyspraxic inability to master tent pitching (or just let a crew member do it!) and take the plunge.  It’ll be fine.  Really.  You’re not the first, or will be the last, to find the idea of a few nights under canvas daunting.  But you’re about to join the club of I-didn’t-know-I’d-like-it-till-I-tried-it.  Welcome!  مرحبا  Marhbaa!   Think the sunniest Glastonbury you can imagine with far less people and no mud.  Think Berber kilims and cushions, tajines and mint tea.  Think of waking up to the sound of the sea, the chirruping call of the bulbul or goat bells tinkling on the hillside.  Oh, alright, you might get woken by someone tripping over the end of your sleeping bag if you’re sleeping in the chaima, rather than tucked up in a one/two person tent – but then they may well fetch you a cup of coffee or tea to sip while you gather your thoughts ready for the day.

Our camps are managed with typical Berber panache – these people have been nomadic or semi-nomadic for millennia – and it’s an unbeatable experience of this ancient way of life, as well as a means of getting to those before mentioned off-the-beaten-track places.

If I’ve inspired you enough and you want to give it a go here’s some information on our easy Morocco trek  (with some moderate bits).  Quote Marhbaa (welcome in Moroccan arabic) and we’ll extend the early bird discount to you….  Go on!  You know you want to!

It’s Not A Jeep

Landy_in_Maroc

On the way to Midelt, Morocco. Land Rover Defender Tdi.

“How’s your old jeep?”

“it’s a Land Rover”. I reply flatly. “And it’s only fiftee… um… nearly twenty (gosh!) years old.  Well yes, alright, it’s old. But it’s not a jeep!”

Like calling a chocolate torte a ‘carob cake’, or referring to marmite as ‘vegemite’, or to a Dyson as a ‘hoover’ (for goodness sake!): a Land Rover is not a blinking jeep!!!  (Or a bus or a truck, although I think I can accept these two as being more in the spirit of friendly ribaldry rather than blatant misrepresentation.   Initially called the Land Rover Ninety and Land Rover One Ten (ie. short or long wheel-base) the Landy Defender was developed from the original Land Rover Series launched in 1948.  Does this make it a Baby Boomer?  With the aluminium body it was certainly born out of rationing .

Seen in a Welsh wood. Off road? Mud? Dim problem, bach!

The Land Rover was designed to only be in production for two or three years to generate capital to bump-start (hmm) up-market Rover car production after the second World War.   However, the off-road Land Rover just outsold all the other Rover vehicles and emerged as its own brand.  In October 2013 Land Rover announced that production of the Defender would end in December 2015, after a continuous run of 67 years.  (Nooooooo!)  As Paul and I often tell people (and if you’re reading this, we may well have mentioned this to you personally, but forgive me for labouring the point) over 70% of all Land Rovers ever produced are still on the road, and, we add, the other 30% have no doubt been cannibalised into that 70%.

Range Rover, Child of the Seventies...

Range Rover, Child of the Seventies…

The Range Rover isn’t a jeep either, although some might be forgiven for thinking that neither is it really a land rover.  First sold in 1970, this child of the Glam rock era gave birth in 1989 to the Discovery, aptly nick-named the Disco (teenage pregnancy?).  Luckily the company decided not to include the Conran Design Group’s nifty custom sunglasses holder to be built into the middle of the steering wheel.  They did include now collectable items such as the Land Rover-branded cloth fabric holdall in the front centre console which could be removed from the vehicle and worn over the shoulder – a landy handbag, Terence???

Our Land Rover Defender is called Evita.  Our sunglasses sit firmly on our noses or pushed back on our heads when glaring at maps while bumping along dusty tracks.  Our branded holdalls have Lidl or Carrefour printed on ’em.  We hoped naming her Evita would mean less repairs, evitar in Spanish being to avoid (ho-ho….).   Conforming to Spanish law she takes two MOT’s per year to make sure she’s fit for purpose.  She’s stoutly borne us south to the Sahara and north to Galicia, speeding along motorways, tracks and mountain trails.  She’s provided us with bedroom, kitchen and shelter from winds and rain (does leak a bit!).  We love her –

AND SHE’S NOT A JEEP!