From Todra and Dades Valley to Skoura and Ouarzazate – Morocco

02 Mar

From the Todra Gorges to the Dades Valley

Short Description. I went to the Todra Gorges, from where a gendarme encouraged me to continue to the village of Tamtattouchte. In the afternoon, I reached the Dades Valley, where I couldn’t take my eyes off the 1000 kasbahs built of reddish mud-bricks.

Long Description

I had breakfast with my two Spanish neighbors who traveled with a camper-van and had two hunting dogs. After that, I went toward the Todra Gorges and passed many official camping-grounds and traditional guesthouses. I gradually reached the sinuous valley that meandered toward the high cliff walls. The dwellings in the villages were simple rectangular volumes that stood on the rocky ground, with square little windows and terraces on the rooftop.

The section of deep, narrow gorges spanned only for a few hundred meters and was free of tourist crowds early in the morning. I slowly drove through the gorges and then a vast mountain scenery gradually opened up. Cultivated plots and lush palm trees lined the main valley here and there. I continued on the road that winded along the river and immersed into the reddish mountains. The road narrowed and I wanted to turn back when I reached a barrier with ’Route Barree’ (Closed Road) written on it.

Todra Valley: the road almost ends, but the gendarme encourages me to drive further

Todra Valley: the road almost ends, but the gendarme encourages me to drive further

A car of the Royal Gendarmerie appeared out of blue and stopped behind my car. The gendarme asked me whether something happened to me. Then he addedJe suis ici pour la votre securite’ (I am here for your security!). I felt awestruck and stared at him. Then I explained to him I would have liked to go to Tamtattouchte village, 12 kilometers from there, but I stopped at the barrier. The gendarme checked another car which then eluded the barrier and drove across the riverbed. Then he encouraged me to continue the same way. He assured me everything should be just fine.

I felt fear. However, I took a few deep breaths and passed the shallow water of the river with my rented car. The road was bad and under construction, but I continued through a hypnotizing reddish scenery. Enormous rocky walls flanked the road which gradually got lost in the overwhelming immensity of the desert. At each turn of the road, a different fascinating landscape opened up in front of my eyes as I continued to immerse in the Kingdom of the Atlas Mountains.

Todra Valley - red cliffs and a weak stream

Todra Valley – red cliffs and a weak stream

The road was a mixture of asphalt and gravel. I almost gave up and wanted to turn back twice when I had to cross through the riverbed again. At any given moment, I desperately stopped a German camper-van which came from the opposite direction. When I asked them about the condition of the road, they encouraged me to continue with enthusiasm. They added the Tamtattouchte village was superbly surrounded by cornfields in bloom.

I passed a small white mosque, then a herd of donkeys and goats. Eventually, I saw the village of Tamtattouchte on sight. The village featured mud-brick houses, surrounded by fields of maize and barren brown mountains. The Berbers from the village worked in the fields, and their donkeys were the only mean of transportation. Hunchbacked women carried large bales of dried leaves from the fields to the village. I drove through the village, then reached a soccer field where children were playing joyfully. After I turned the car, I planned to leave, eager to get rid of the river crossings on my way back to the Todra Gorges.

Tamtettouchte village - somewhere in the mountains

Tamtettouchte village – somewhere in the mountains

When I was taking the last photo in Tamtattouchte, a smiling woman came from the maize field and invited me to have tea on her terrace at Auberge Café. Aicha served me with Moroccan tea, cookies, and a pear under her large Berber tent overlooking the blooming maize fields. She wasn’t able to write down her name as she had never been to school. However, we managed to communicate somehow. She had a married daughter who lived in a nearby town and two grandsons. After having tea, she led me to the maize field where she worked every day. She picked up some corncobs, which she wanted to cook for me. When we came back from the field, I gave her some biscuits and waffles. Then I told her I had to leave because I had a meeting in the Dades Gorges. She looked after me very disappointed.

Tamtettouchte village: Aicha invited me for tea and sweets (magic moments)

Tamtettouchte village: Aicha invited me for tea and sweets (magic moments)

I drove with speed to get from the Todra Gorges to the Dades Gorges, where Mohamed from Marrakesh had arranged a free room for me in a cozy hotel. I passed the town of Boumalne de Dades and entered the Dades Valley – also called the Valley of the 1000 kasbahs. For the next 25 kilometers, I constantly stopped in front of the impressive, picturesque kasbahs built of reddish mud-bricks. One could easily differentiate the kasbahs from the uniform mass of the brown-reddish villages.

Dades Valley - another kasbah on a hilltop

Dades Valley – another kasbah on a hilltop

The kasbahs had a more prominent volume, developed on several floors with geometric decorations and bordered with slightly detached defensive towers at corners. Alongside lofty minarets, the imposing silhouettes of the kasbahs rose up on hilltops or in the heart of green oases with fig, olive, and almond trees. The lunar-red scenery was barren but dotted with abundant, luxuriant oases here and there. Whenever I stopped, children asked me to give them something. They left disappointed though when they felt the sourish taste of my vitamin C pills.

I was taking a break at the rock formation named the Monkey’s Fingers when Mohamed desperately called me and said the staff of the hotel was already waiting for me. I told him how much I liked the Dades Valley and that I would be late for sure. At Hotel Babylon de Dades, I had a Berber room overlooking the abrupt valley and the staff served me a delightful dinner at candlelight.

From the Dades Valley to Ouarzazate town

Short Description. I drove one of the most dangerous roads in the world, the road through the Dades Gorges. In Kelaa M’Gouna, I witnessed how locals produced rosewater. I had lunch at a kasbah in the palmeraie from Skoura. In the evening, I camped between Berber tents and palm trees near Ouarzazate.

Long Description

I climbed up the last hairpin bends in the Dades Gorges, one of the most dangerous roads in the world. I drove slowly, with a speed of maximum 30 km per hour, while Moroccans were overpassing me and talking on the mobile phone in the same time. At the end of the narrow road bends, I stopped at a panoramic terrace overlooking the entire Dades Valley. Then, I went down to Boumalne de Dades. In the small town of Kelaa M’Gouna, I entered the distillery of Kadari Elhoucine. He showed to me his rosewater distillery and other products made of roses. Eventually, he convinced me to buy soap, face cream, and jasmine perfume.

Kelaa M'Gouna: distilation system for producing rose water

Kelaa M’Gouna: distilation system for producing rose water

Around lunchtime, when my stomach was growling, I arrived in the palmeraie of Skoura – also named the Oasis of the 1000 palm trees. The small town featured an abundant combination of palm groves and mud-brick kasbahs, built to protect the oases in the past. Monday was the souq day in Skoura and peddlers swarmed the streets. I had a hard time finding a parking place on a side street after I sneaked among agitated crowds and animals.

Skoura: souq day - very crowded day

Skoura: souq day – very crowded day

Skoura‘s town center with the market was full of dust and local stalls and it didn’t inspire me to eat there. I went back to the car and drove to a more select quarter, which however had unreasonable prices. Eventually, I immersed into the thicket of the palmeraie and entered at Kasbah La Datte D’Or. There, I negotiated a decent lunch (tajine, olives, salad, dates, pomegranates, and grapes). I also convinced them to tell me the correct way to Kasbah Amridil, which I hadn’t found at all on the maps.

Skoura: kasbah in the palmeraie

Skoura: kasbah in the palmeraie

Kasbah Amridil stood on the outskirts of Skoura, at the limit between desert and palmeraie. Built up during the 17th century, it was one of the largest and most coveted kasbahs in Morocco. It had several floors, intricate inner courtyards, and secret terraces. earth ovens for baking bread, old tools, olive oil press, and elaborated geometric decorations. In the kasbah, the inhabitants slept on the ground on a mat which they rolled up each morning. In front of the kasbah, famished guides insisted on taking me on a tour of the kasbah or of the surrounding palmeraie.

From Skoura, I passed the storage lake of El Mansour Eddahbi, then I rapidly crossed the town of Ouarzazate. In the evening, I reached Camping Bivouac La Palmeraie where I camped among camel-hair Berber tents, palm trees, and mud-brick huts.

From Todra and Dades Valley to Skoura and Ouarzazate is my diary about the road trip through the Todra and Dades Valley in Morocco. My road trip from Erfoud to the Todra Gorges can be found in my previous travel journal –  From Erfoud to the Todra Gorges, passing Ksar El Khorbat. And here are all my Travel Diaries from Morocco (x…..).

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6 Responses to “From Todra and Dades Valley to Skoura and Ouarzazate – Morocco”

  1. Lisa July 7, 2019 at 12:12 pm #

    Aw it sounds like you had quite an adventure in this part of Morocco! It brings back good memories for me of driving around the Atlas Mountains. I think we might have also driven the Dades Gorge, I remember going so slowly on the bends in the road. The lady serving you tea was so kind!

    • Iuliana July 8, 2019 at 10:16 am #

      Aisha was such a wonderful Berber woman, full of hospitality. I miss Morocco so much!

  2. Christopher Mitchell July 9, 2019 at 2:34 am #

    Sadly, in Morocco I didn’t get much beyond the walls of the major cities. I need to go back and check out some of the more unexplored spots!

    • Iuliana July 9, 2019 at 10:18 pm #

      That would be lovely !

  3. Shreya Saha July 9, 2019 at 6:17 pm #

    I just loved the road trip story from Todra Gorges and Dades Valley to Skoura and Ouarzazate. This is something very new to me about Morocco. I am intrigued by the town center of the oasis of 1000 palm trees – Skoura. I would surely include these places in my Moroccan itinerary.

    • Iuliana July 9, 2019 at 10:18 pm #

      Morocco has many interesting and beautiful places. I’m afraid I can’t say I have my favorite one.

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