It was some time in October , on a cold night and after a couple of glasses of wine, that we found ourselves not only planning but booking a trip to Taroudant, on the South side of the High Atlas Mts. but not in a straightforward way, no it seemed a good idea at the time to fly from Bristol to Malaga and make our way down by bus, boat and train. Which is what we did. Here we are looking a bit shell shocked having a picnic on some steps in Tarifa, from where the ferry to Africa departs.
Arrival in Tangier an hour or so later.
Arrival in Marrakech Station a couple of days later
And another bus to Taroudant.
Doing WordPress on my phone is driving me mad so I’ll be back later