Crossing the High Atlas: A Journey to Ait Ben Haddou

The day began with the anticipation of crossing the High Atlas Mountains, a journey that promised to be as thrilling as any safari I’ve embarked upon. The Tizi-N-Tichka pass, the highest in North Africa, was our gateway to the desert. As our minivan wound its way through the ancient caravan routes, I was reminded of the migratory paths of the wildlife I often document. The lush oases and fortified villages we passed were like hidden gems, each with its own story to tell. The air was crisp, and the views were nothing short of spectacular, with the towering walls of the High Atlas providing a dramatic backdrop.

Our first stop was the Ourzazate Kasbah, where our guide’s knowledge was as vast as the desert itself. He shared insights that brought the history of the kasbah to life, answering our questions with a depth that only comes from a true passion for the region. It was a reminder of the importance of preserving these cultural treasures, much like the conservation efforts I advocate for in my wildlife work.

A Camel Ride with a View

The camel ride was an unexpected delight. Though it took place on the side of the road, the experience was enriched by the charm of our guides, a father and son duo whose warmth was as inviting as the Moroccan sun. They captured moments that will forever be etched in my memory, their photography skills rivaling those of any professional. The vistas into the canyon below were breathtaking, a reminder of the beauty that lies in the most unexpected places.

As we rode, I felt a connection to the land and its history, much like the bond I feel with the wildlife I photograph. The gentle sway of the camel beneath me was a soothing rhythm, a dance with nature that I wished could last forever. It’s these moments that make travel so rewarding, the chance to step outside of time and immerse oneself in the present.

Ait Ben Haddou: A Timeless Treasure

Arriving at Ait Ben Haddou, I was struck by the sense of stepping back in time. The crowds had thinned, allowing us to explore the UNESCO World Heritage site with a sense of intimacy. Our guide, though not as engaging as the one at Ourzazate, was kind and hospitable, guiding us through the maze of crenelated towers and geometric patterns that define this fortified clay city.

The views were indeed stunning, though I shared the sentiment of wanting to see the vista from across the river. Yet, the experience was no less magical. Walking through Ait Ben Haddou, I felt a connection to the countless travelers who had passed through these gates before me, each leaving their mark on this storied land.

The drive back to Marrakech was a time for reflection, the stunning vistas around every mountain curve a fitting end to a day filled with discovery. As the sun set over the High Atlas, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to explore this remarkable region, a place where history and nature intertwine in the most beautiful of ways. Ait Ben Haddou Adventure