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Published: February 21st 2008
I was woken up this morning from a nice sleep because Steph wasn't. We didn't get breakfast at the hotel, so instead we nipped into a tiny little shop and bought two baguettes with cheese and two yoghurts so that we could have a picnic in the beautiful surroundings.
We picked out one of the largest rocky mountains and decided to climb it to get a good view of the town and its locality. Now anyone who knows Steph will be hearing warning bells already, but for some reason she agreed to going up it?! To be honest I think it may even have been her suggestion a moment of madness. We walked towards the foot of the mound and found a nice spot to sit and eat. The baguette was lovely, but we struggled to eat the yoghurt without spoons. After trying to drink it and failing, we then used the lids as spoons and succeeded (mostly). After a nice sit down, cleaning the yogurt off my trousers, we set off again.
The mountain looked large enough when we were standing at the foot of it, but after about twenty minutes of climbing we realised that we were
at the top of a different mountain which was in front of the one we intended to climb. This coupled with the fact that Steph doesn't like climbing made spirits fall. Not wanting to fail at the first hurdle I rallied the troops and carried on.
Down into the valley between the two mounds we went then slowly up the other side carefully choosing and rechoosing the route to the top. We climbed until Steph couldn't go any further. The only way to get higher was to scramble up some large rocks and this was too much for our heroine.
After some persuasion I set off to conquer the mighty mound alone. Armed with little more than a camera and a pair of good shoes I shot off up the rocks to then grind to a halt as the rocks became too large to hop across. A few perilous leaps later and l was off up the hill like a man on a mission from god. I ran. I ran more. I kept going but the peak was forever elusive. Just as I could breathe no more, it was 2000+ meters, the top appeared.
The view from
the top was great; I could see the town and several others near by. All around were mountains and it was really clear. A few quick snaps later and I was running down to greet my bored beloved, I had been 45 minutes! Once it was clear that I hadn't slipped to my untimely death we made our way back to base camp.
Scratched, bruised and tired we made it on to flat ground. We popped back into the shop, to pick some chocolate to recover lost energy, before collecting our bags and going to the bus station. A short wait later and we were on our way back to Agadir so that we could then get to Taroudannt. Unfortunately no buses go directly between the two.
After three hours we arrived back in Tiznit and then carried on up the coast to Agadir. Arriving late we grabbed a petit taxi and went for the hotel we stayed in the previous time. Taxi drivers in Agadir are s**ts and again we had some trouble with them trying to get us to pay for baggage. With it being late we settled for a Pizza hut (open until one) before
Picnic
Its amazing how we never tire of bread and cheesegoing to bed.
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rach n jamie
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trust rob to climb a mountain and of all places scratch his head!!!! Looked funny though, and steph climbing???????? fun to be had by all :P